​mlk 2 lyrics

[Intro]
That b*tch tryna f*ck 'cause she see the bread
Six n*ggas in my class, you would think I was sped
"Where you get your guns from, Smoke?" You n*ggas fed
You n*ggas ain't get shot for real—

[Chorus]
b*tch, I cheat like Martin Luther
b*tch, choppa got kick, should've been a producer
Could've been a cover athlete like Devin Booker
Can't kidnap the b*tch, cut her up, then we cook her
Kill my own wife, I feel like Jimmy Snuka
You on the corner still like a hooker
Smoking a Backwood, not no Hooka
I don't shake hands, no, I'm not a looker
Thought he had coke, give him [broad? brown?] sugar (This is a Slump Audios exclusive)

[Verse]
[?] Gina like Martin
n*gga, look what you started
What? Switch sound like it's farting
Glock sound like it's farting
Give me that sh*t, n*gga, I don't bargain
We can't match up, Walmart and Target
Give me ten, n*gga, like a sergeant
I got more guns than a [?]
That b*tch tryna f*ck 'cause she see the bread
Six n*ggas in my class, you would think I was sped
"Where you get your guns from, Smoke?" You n*ggas fed
You n*ggas ain't get shot for real, like Meg'
[Chorus]
b*tch, I cheat like Martin Luther
b*tch, choppa got kick, should've been a producer
Could've been a cover athlete like Devin Booker
Can't kidnap the b*tch, cut her up, then we cook her
Kill my own wife, I feel like Jimmy Snuka
You on the corner still like a hooker
Smoking a Backwood, not no Hooka
I don't shake hands, no, I'm not a looker
Thought he had coke, give him [broad? brown?] sugar