Young Seattle Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1:Sam Lachow]

Ha f*ck it, play the beat like a puppet
Buy a swisher,cut a swisher, gut a swisher and stuff it
Wo-wo-wow, golly gosh dammit im proud
They call me sa-sa-sammy lachow
I brought a brand new bike and showed it off to their faces
Give me a mac-book and a mic and i'll be off to the races
Ding ding, knock a hater to pluto on round 2 though
Gabby come on out here and sh*t on these attitudes

[Verse 2:Gift Uh Gab]

Lyrically inclined to blow your mind
I'm like an aneurysm
b*tches want to step to me i tell 'em its a bad decision
Hit 'em with a crash collision
Its tragic i'm glad you witnessed
The loveliest ass is back in action
You know I'm blasting [?]
You already know how i be beasting on them
Plus you don't wanna f*ck with me i'm like the streets of Compton
P-pop 'em, i'm dropping bodies calmly
[?]

[Verse 3:Nacho Picasso]
[?]
Ballin off blue dolphins
Bumping [?]
While my b*tches lick the frosting
Dropping, three sixteens like I'm austin
All because I'm awesome asleep in a coffin
I'm Dracula's third cousins brothers nephew half removed
You think my ass is rude
Shoo, keep your glasses glued
These little [?] dudes probably got there asses lubed
I know your sister too, she used to be my prostitute

[Verse 4:Jarv Dee]

Anti-social, [?]
I roll han solo and skywalk for the po-po
My bro got them punchlines and my flow [?]
Rap game UFC, guess that I'm jon jones
Don't say we the future then your reading your [?] wrong
You are now witnessing a god in his realist form
[?] as the holy ghost
Get high off my pheromone
[?]

[Verse 5:La]
L to the [?], well how I'm busy
n*gga get it twisted throw a shell in his [?]
I be with a b*tch smoking L's till i'm dizzy
We two bars in [?]
Rap don't sell i throw the L on the [?]
Young seattle part 2 motherf*cker
Yeah you lack lustre, blast you whack [?]
You rap like your family life in that structure

[Verse 6:Raz]

The only thing hip-hop about you is a book bag
Im a beast, whats a black sheep to a wolf pack
All of the people and things you look up too i look at
Don't worry if i cook crack, i do they never look back
I stood at the mountain top stomping on satan and [?]
Loud as a fog horn
Can you show me a real woman who's not [?]
Through all my trials I'm on course
When you was on my di*k i was on tour

[Verse 7:Grynch]

[?]
Got that respectable spit
It ain't no question I'm sick
Wack rappers digging there ditch
Nobodies feeling there sh*t
They never [?]
Haters what you call this
I do em like i do the bowl while I'm on the sh*tter
Half these clowns about as real as their followers on twitter
So they can play the background
Success they have probably never seen
Just like money may vs pacquiao