XXL Freshmen 2023 Cypher - Part 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Verse 1: Rob49, SleazyWorld Go & 2Rare]
Yeah, n*ggas ain't see my vision, no
Before folk came through with them whips with all them ceilings off, them n*ggas ain't never showed no love (Yeah)
They tried to leave me in that mud (What else?), that's why I feel a way
n*ggas who showed love back then wanna see me dead, yeah
Man, they gotta try something else, that hatin' sh*t ain't workin', huh
Ghost came with the curtains, bad hoes see me and get nervous, n*gga (Yeah)
I know what it takе, you wan' boss up from a worker, n*gga? (Yeah)
I know what it take to makе that track jump like a hurdle, n*gga (Huh?)
You ain't on that ground no more, you ain't goin' HAM no more (Huh?)
I guess n*ggas goin' broke, just like that, you got exposed (Huh?)
I been in Miami on a boat, f*ckin' the baddest hoes (Huh?)
Folk been countin' money up for a week, damn near cramped my arm (Huh?)
Bobo say them n*ggas want him dead, told 'em no, they don't
Jomo ridin' 'round with a butcher knife, bro-bro cuttin' up
You can't name a n*gga in this city who sold more bags than us (Yeah)
I don't care where them n*ggas from (Yeah), need that pack, I'm poppin' up (Yeah)
He think I wasn't gon' hear what he be sayin' 'bout a n*gga (Huh?)
I just hope he know I heard, but if he say it, then he meant it (No cap)
She f*cked me and f*cked my bro, I'm tryna see if we can flip her
This a new Hellcat Durango, none of these whips ain't rented, n*gga

[Verse 2: SleazyWorld Go & Rob49]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ain't think I'd make it, but I did
Went from totin' Glocks and chops, lightin' up sh*t up like they said
They like, "All you rap 'bout killin'," I'm like, "sh*t, that's how I live"
Ain't no standard clips in these, these got extensions like they wigs
R.I.P. to all the rappers that done lost they life to guns
f*ck all that puttin' them guns down, wanna survive? Then get you one
Think the glizzy know Ice Spice how this b*tch like to munch
My shooter's short, but like Columbus, he know how to stomp
Yeah, he know how to step
Baghdad know only blow sh*t, we call his ass the ref
I don't do sh*t without my dog, I feel like Johnny Test (Yeah)
I pay gorillas to wrap sh*t, in the hood, I'm Gotti (Yeah)
My lil' n*gga tryna strike sh*t, he look like Lil Yachty (Skrrt)
She eat di*k and don't play with it, nicknamed her Lola Brooke (Hell yeah)
My shorty don't take off his ski, call him PGF Nuk (Shoot it up)
I'm Skilla Baby with this chop, make n*ggas taco duck
I mean duck taco
If it's smoke, put it on the floor, I want a b*tch like Latto (Latto)
Went from the hood to overseas, takin' trips to Cabo (Cabo)
Facts
7.62s turn a sedan into a hatchback
And ain't no sendin' shots at me without a clapback
Let's get it
[Verse 3: DC The Don, SleazyWorld Go, Luh Tyler & 2Rare]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, who that? It's the man
Geeked up in the party, we don't pop no Xans (Let's go)
Pi'erre made the f*ckin' beat, I play with them bands (Let's go, gang)
Gelato #33, I'm high as f*ck, I'm tryna land (Ski)
Your baby mama keep on textin' me, "Don't leave 'em with them kids"
He get robbed for sure, got 49ers in the field, ayy (Let's go, grrt)
There go Rubi Rose, I'm with Luh Tyler in the mix (Grrt)
I did 'em filthy out of town like I'm producin' 'round this b*tch, ayy (Let's go)
Feelin' like I'm damn near broke as f*ck like they ain't pay the fee
What you need? We got .223, red beams, and ARPs
Talk my sh*t so f*ckin' much, this sh*t go down from A to Z (Let's go)
Like, what you need? b*tch, I'm fresh off the leash, I feel like Freaky T (Let's go)
Who gon' run that bag? b*tch, it's me or me (Let's go)
Who ran up that bag? b*tch, it's me on me (Let's do it)
Walk through your party with shades on, too cool, n*gga, I'm feelin' like Mase
Tell your lil' n*gga to chill out before we pull up and just spray out the place, uh
Mr. Miyagi, I'm fly as hell and my name, it's ringin' bells
Hold on, hold on

[Verse 4: Luh Tyler & Rob49]
Think I got some sh*t to say, it's time to hit the booth
Why the f*ck these n*ggas always hatin'? Ain't tryna get no loot
I can't lie, that b*tch can't come this way if that lil' b*tch ain't cute
I wake up every day and chase that pape', that's something you should do
I done took a lot of n*ggas' b*tches, that's why they don't like me
Pull up to the jeweler, drop that bag and tell that n*gga ice me
I been runnin' through these racks, I swear this sh*t get pricey
All them b*tches sh*tted on me back then wanna be my wifey (Yeah)
All these b*tches love me, but these n*ggas hate me (Okay)
You ain't tryna get no money, swear that sh*t so crazy
Know it's a hit when I put some lyrics on the beat
I kinda feel myself today, Amiris on my feet (Yeah)
I just touched another ten, that's twenty for the week
I'm in here higher than a f*ck, pus*y, can't you tell? (Yeah)
I'm on XXL, I gotta give 'em hell, Skii
[Verse 5: TiaCorine & 2Rare]
Like who in the f*ck you talk to?
Menu just paid me to walk through
You be lookin' like me 'cause I taught you
I ain't wanna get back, but I got to
We gon' shoot at your foot, metatarsal
We gon' fight in this b*tch like a Marvel
We gon' open your b*tch, novel
We gon' put you in dirt, fossil
Oh, I got bread on my head, waffle
And that pus*y look just like falafel
I got a shell with the beef, need a taco
b*tches be talkin', they pus*y, el gato (What else?)
It's two b*tches on me, Paco (Go)
I like dark-skin b*tches, charcoal
I make a move in that b*tch, auto
f*ck all them n*ggas, get money, motto
I keep flexin', they thought I was Macho
Make it rain in this b*tch, pronto, uh-huh

[Verse 6: 2Rare, Rob49 & Luh Tyler]
Cable, if it's up, tell 'em please come direct
They want them fire sticks, n*ggas, b*tches all on the 'net (Twin, yeah)
I got the whole world really shakin' they hips
Uzi and Drake, you know how sticky that get, uh-huh
Yeah, aren't you into that sh*t? Uh-huh
Yeah, you gon' get peeled for that diss, uh-huh, uh-huh
In my bag like groceries
Really jam sh*t, like Kool-Aid, you so sweet
Ain't no peace made
I'm still ridin' 'round town 'cause I'm street-made
I'll hit you from the neck up like a keychain
This sh*t give a n*gga goosebumps, who can't read me?
Hit 'em, then we spin' 'em right back, that's a replay
They steady hatin' me, cake like the bakery
Killed 'em with success, it was R.I.P.​, uh
Schooled 'em like truancy, you ain't tryna D-I-E
Leave me alone like the PPP
'Cause I, 'cause I, uh, 'cause I
'Cause I stay G, rockin' Gucci, b*tch, I'm G'ed up
Last n*gga ever crossed me needed Jesus
He caught one way before ten on the B bus
Sweaty, but he's hoodied up, yeah, Slim Reaper
Whistles blow, I can't fold, won't put these cleats up
I got stripes, just ask bro, we like Adidas
I ain't got no V8, but you ain't got no vehicle
Road to the riches, what the f*ck a GPS gon' do?
Uh, do, uh, do, uh, do
You can't even ride for me 'cause my trust on E
n*gga, you a b*tch, put it on your license please
All y'all pillow talkin' like hoes should die in y'all sleep
Bro put them L's and my mom on Sesame Street, what he say?
'Cause my eye's twitchin', that mean that somebody's talkin'
7.62's, they like problem solvers
First, you hit his top, watch his body fall down
Now he Baby Boy, watch his body crawlin', uh-huh
[Outro: SleazyWorld Go, 2Rare, Rob49 & Luh Tyler]
Yeah, yeah (Hey, hey), yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Twin), yeah, yeah (Twin)
Yeah (Ayy, ayy), yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
Skii, skii, brr