Kane Pt 2 lyrics

[Chorus]
Aye, yo b*tch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
I remember rerocking n*ggas, getting extras through
You know what the f*ck going on, I say 22
Young n*gga, with the same pull as a O.G
Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out four teeth
These n*ggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police
Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi

[Verse 1]
I'm smoking Sherbert and it mix with my cologne
n*gga mad 'cause his b*tch rapping me when I come on
Everybody know that it's cheaper when they home
My n*ggas made me rap, sh*t I had stopped making songs
But I can't stop what I'm doing, they ain't stop making phones
Know this lean ain't cool, sh*t I'll stop it when I'm gone
Spent two-thousand on a coat, you in a hoodie looking bold
This time last year I was busy on the road
Somebody help that n*gga out, sh*t he out here looking lost
You can't put a n*gga in position, then you not a boss
In and out of Neiman Marcus, used to shop at Last Call
Put a n*gga in a hearse, all it take is one call
I can't even shop, sh*t I'm taking pictures in the mall
If it's bout some money then I'm tryna get involved
I got years in this jugg, most of this is new to y'all
Used to steal hall passes, make sales in the hall
[Chorus]
Aye, yo b*tch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
I remember rerocking n*ggas, getting extras through
You know what the f*ck going on, I serve twenty-two
Young n*gga, with the same pull as a O.G
Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out four teeth
These n*ggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police
Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi

[Verse 2]
I ain't hitting nothing like you lil bum n*ggas
Sent a picture of the package told the plug come get it
You was scared to jump off the porch, n*gga I was with it
I been throwing b*tches in the garbage, sh*t ridiculous
Riding through the hood smoking cookie with my villains
Whole game jugg & finesse for a living
Three-five in my wood, it might take a n*gga with it
At Benihanas off the percs, mad as hell I got to itching
You ain't on what I'm on, I ain't f*cking with you n*ggas
I might buy up all the drank & leave nothing for you n*ggas
You ain't got no money, you be all up under n*ggas
I'ma be the first to tell you I ain't stressing bout no b*tches
Just know if I sign, I got a check up out them n*ggas
On my VLONE sh*t with a choppa in the trenches
These hoes love me, but I don't love these b*tches
No limit when I shop, the price change yo opinion
[Chorus]
Yeah, yo b*tch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
I remember rerocking n*ggas, getting extras through
You know what the f*ck going on, I say
Young n*gga, with the same pull as a
Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out—
These n*ggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police
Riding with the— on my— yeah