Y2k lyrics

[Intro]
1-31-20
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J-A-A-H-S-L-T

[Verse 1: Jaah SLT]
b*tches mad at me, cause I don't never give a damn
I done moved up b*tch, I ain't comin' for a gram
n*gga, put it on your life, you ain't scared to lose your life
Almost died a couple times, but I never think twice
Came straight from the south, so I don't never like ice
I don't f*ck with no love, so I never want a wife
I don't got no hoes, trynna f*ck on Ruby Rose
Should've cuffed and I ain't even trynna hoe me
Ooh, b*tch we goin' crazy, I ain't trynna die, but I'm goin' kamikaze
Suicidal Thoughts, got me feelin' like I'm Biggie
I don't wanna go to hell, f*ck the devil, he can see me
I'm excommunicated even though I pray to God
I don't got no religion, mama think it's kinda odd
I be laughin' at these n*ggas who be flexin' all these rods
Like HAHAHAHA b*tch
Turned 18 had to get a couple sticks
Move too smart, so i'll never be a lick
Cut a n*gga up SLT slit, whatchu know about that?
Huh, n*gga? not sh*t
I need a bad b*tch who ain't gonna stress sh*t, so when I'm on the game, don't blow my sh*t
I don't got a lot of time, trynna spend it with a dime
Even when I'm with an 8, I'm like, damn I'm fine
I be breakin' all the quotas and I'm cold like Minnesota
I ain't never been a b*tch walkin' round in Carolina
n*ggas actin' real tough talkin' round, but they be lyin'
Hoes talkin' big sh*t, walls great like China
'97 on my feet, but I'm Y2k
b*tch I'm livin' real life, not fake, 2K
Shoot a n*gga one time, goddamn, good day
Then, i'll pass it off to Eman, got hoes on the way, huh
[Verse 2: Eman SLT]
I'm hittin' b*tches that you beatin' to
I'm gettin' b*tches that won't peek at you
I just popped me a perc, I'm finna' put her ass to work
And I don't even gotta take her on an interview
Yeah girl, I'm kinda into you, you got a couple n*ggas missin' you
Them be the same n*ggas dissin' me
I'm flippin packs, makin' sh*t disappear like a mystery
Can't sleep, xans, put me out my misery
Couple fake n*ggas askin' bout' my history
Chains wet team, lookin' hella slippery
I don't move without my stick I'll be jittery
I flipped a pack, I'm finna spend it on bae
She said she want a ring, take your ass to Kay
I'm trynna holler at your friend, if I may
Now she finna' leave okay, okay, okay
I'm playin', choppa it be sprayin'
Know I gotta beat it up tonight, since you stayin'
I'm the real version, other n*ggas be portrayin'
Not one of my n*ggas betrayin'
Born in 2k, yeah, American Psycho
Diamonds they be dancin', they be dancin' like Michael
I'm a young n*gga, but I don't got a idol
On my own sh*t so, I don't got a rival
Better watch the throne, boy I came for the title
Catch me in the crib with a Glock and a rifle
She said my di*k a tower, yeah n*gga, no Eiffel
I just ate some pus*y and that sh*t was delightful
Not 2K, but I'm all on the sticks
All my dawgs fight, n*gga Michael and Vicks
I just left my finals, n*gga high as a b*tch
My circle small and you square, you should play for the Knicks
Man, hoes is cappin', that's The Cat in the Hat
I just see a b*tch and think, man I'm all up in that
I'm with Pat in the city and he move with a mac
Attack and don't get smacked, all my art is a fact
Kick it with your b*tch and she throwin' it back
More sticks than the woods, I just rolled a wood
Birthday 2k and I wish a n*gga would