Exposing Me Part II lyrics

[Intro]
It's Great John beats, baby (Look, look)
Great John on the beat, by the way

[Verse]
I hope that you n*ggas realize that my n*ggas put in pain
I hope that you really realize linking with the opps won't change a thing (Boom, boom)
Pull up on 'em strapped up like a dyke, you won't catch me fightin' with these pussies (Nah, nah, nah)
n*ggas actin' hard, you ain't thinking right, n*ggas know inside you a cushion (pus*y)
n*ggas lying, cappin' in they raps, The Big Ape talking on the track (Layo)
Like, you ain't with the getting back, just gang up, you know that's a fact, right (Right)
Why the f*ck you got a strap? My gang here, a lot of yours collapsed, huh? (Huh?)
And my members move intact, you try to pop out, you getting whacked
We'll stop the block, makе big traffic, moving like a school bus (Woo, woo)
Big Moncler coat cost a couple bands and my pockеts tooled up (Hah, b*tch, body)
Bad b*tch on the right, gun on the left, know a n*gga booed up (Glah, glah, glah)
Talkin' tough out your mouth, tryna do the gang, you'll get your crew cut, like (Boom, boom)
n*ggas say, "Soon be your time", see me, I'm speeding up the clock
f*ckin' with them n*ggas, duckin' with them n*ggas, best believe that ass getting shot
n*ggas tryna mention me? These pus*y n*ggas tryna get to the top (Hahaha)
Only top you seein', n*gga, if you mention me, is them gates in the sky
What's up with that 2-6 sh*t? I carry 'bout two, six clips
I'll make you a 2-6 spliff for jackin' that 2-6 sh*t, like
Your mans died, you ain't get back on some 2-6 sh*t, huh
Put two holes in his six pack, now 2-6 sh*t (pus*y)
[Outro]
pus*y