Devils Night 2 lyrics

[Intro]
DamJonboi
Big SB, you hear me?
Gang
What up D?
Aye T f*ck these n*ggas
It's up there

[Verse 1: DamjonBoi]
n*ggas talking down on gang, get his life took
Get his wife f*cked, heard you out here with your ice tucked
I ain’t never had sh*t for real that's why I like to brag
In the set by myself with twenty in a Nike bag
n*gga don't ask me ’bout to no hoes 'cause I'ma hoe you
On some real I'm up a hunnid' I can show you
n*gga look at the D the wrong way somebody gon' blow you
I could tell you boys ain't stacking, let me show you
Got a phone call, I heard them boys want war
It's gonna be kinda easy, all them n*ggas poor
Fell in love with chop strapped the drum on that b*tch
Big crib with a Mercedes parked in front of that b*tch

[Verse 2: FMB Dz]
Hold on, who these n*ggas said they speaking on?
Get ’em peter rolled, in the coupe with my wife beater on
b*tches hitting the phone negging me that jit won’t leave me alone
You looking for a loan, I got work b*tch I could put you on
You looking for some bow's, pull yourself b*tch I might drop a load
Brody from the zone, I was born and raised off Plymouth road
Doing b*tches bold, you f*ck with who? I heard that n*gga told
You ain’t never slid, rapping bout she you ain't never did
[Verse 3: Rio Da Young OG]
I'm in Detroit by myself with a forty on me and a .40 on me
Bet a n*gga won't take nothing from me
A n*gga tried to rob me then he died, story over
6.2 super charged motor extra blower on it
Aye Jonboi lace me up I need a beat pack
Pop a n*gga while he rapping we gon’ keep that as a beat tag
Car cost eighty racks ain't come with sh*t but a key pad
Drunk a twelve and took a couple 30s went to sleep fast
I'm a Flint n*gga but I'm certified on the East Side
And the West Side, thirty hanging out the TEC-9
You be kissing all yo' hoes in the mouth, I don't respect mine
You ain't caught a body yet and I just caught a n*gga slipping it's the seventh time

[Verse 4: Eastside Reup]
I'm in the zone with all killers wish you would try me
I run the mob, n*ggas look at me like John Gotti
What's in my bag? b*tch I got like 20 bands probably
This dog neat but I keep all of my rolls sloppy
I'm lowkey off in this rental, let your hoe top me
Don't play about this cheese, n*gga I want all the brocoli
I'm in my bag, heavy pressed, can't let a n*gga stop me
I turn around for fast money now the feds watching
'Bout a hundred in this room when its me and Ri
Add another two when you add Jonboi and D
I switched my style up five times, n*ggas still copy
Add five lines in this pop this sh*t gon have me knocking