CPR 2 lyrics

I see u n*ggas is nervous
New D - E leave yo ass wit da bird sh*t 
Anarchy - finna purge sh*t drum like a half moon that b*tch look turkish

I got a mac , get yo ass refurbished
Or put a Glock in a roni convert it
He finne dye like detergent
He get a suit and tie like he a servant
He catch a get dozen , like he deserve it
He gettin changed like he did a service
Im out my brain , im out my nervous
Ua get slain , bagged like berkin
Boy u a lame , cap he kirkin
Can't find yo lane cuz yo ass keep purpin

You’ll get poked , innat suburban
You’ll get smoked , thats a bourbon

Shot to da face that a see how yo net work
Slide on yo hoe finna see how her neck work uh n*gga dont start me fresh meat we finna turn a white tee to a red shirt , uh , warrior shooting like steph curr i make a n*gga look dumb off da legwork
Glock come second , he got the tech first shoot thru da backbone watch how his chest burst bllllllll

Watch the demons crawl outta yo torso , when they get out u gettin some more holes , metal all in yo mouth like a ortho
Make a n*gga move out like he forclosed
For sure u a b*tch to da core hoe armed for war like my nickname goro harm more whores than a n*gga named tyrone
They snort more than a fiend named Corso, 30 clip and that b*tch hangin floor low he gettin dot after dot like morse code
It give a speech , its not a award show
Give u da beats , it ain't got no chord tho
All in yo b*tch like a parasite she finna hold all my sh*t like a terabyte she probably told you she wasn’t the type, both of them hoes ridin di*k like they share a bike these b*tches getting too high like a pair of kites - f*ck it , both of them hoes finna share a flight cutting into this lil b*tch like a paring knife, rolling down paradise f*cking with me yo head roll like a pair of dice keep the sh*t hot cuz if we is not fair in height (fahrenheit) whip out the FN and make it a fairer fight

F O E
Break yo neck like D D T
Finna black like B E T
Get u changed like EBT
We slidin in like DVD
f*ck round catch a ACP
Boy yo whip look mighty clean keep that on lock like ADT

Or u gon need sum CPR record yo death like DVR
Yo last breath gon be yo fault catch 50 rounds this 50 bars
Come round on that p*ss me off might f*ck round make my glizzy talk
That b*tch sing celine dion u get no air like jordin sparks