100k Cypher 2 lyrics
by FCG Heem
[Intro:]
Do you want smoke?
We want all the smoke
Yung Shad, you killed this track
[Verse 1: FCG Heem]
Mike Amiri, we ain't shoppin' at packs
Been made a hunnid K if they askin'
Youngin really slangin' K's, I'll whack him
They don't play, leave em' dead at the Saks Fifth
Never killed my whodie, Free Melly and Bort
I pay whateva that baby on bort
My whodie sellin dope and b*tch trappin' a sport
We was tryna ball, how we end up in Court?
All the bloods uppin' at police let them do they talk
Broward County where I'm from n*ggas gettin dropped
Chanel, all them guns got a card
And you know if Lil Heem woof, I got the spot
You say you can't make it wherе I'm from, n*gga why not?
I know all the hoes see the diamonds, Watch out
I hit thе drill with my chain and my watch out
Rollin' up on them paranoid, I keep my gun out
[Verse 2: Slatt Zy]
She gotta go, she ain't swallowin' no semen
Murder on my mind like my last name Demons
Went to sleep in that 'Vet so I thought I was dreamin'
He gave her a heart, boy, that b*tch want some p*nis
Play with these racks like my sister was Venus
f*ck on yo b*tch give her back have her creamin'
Ha we rob guys, we steal too
He played around, and got killed too
We runnin' Track, we was in Chiraq
I was getting loaded on gas
Love my AR, hold my MAC
Try to run with a sack
But a rookie in back
n*ggas be broke for too long
How do they do it?
I call your b*tch from some top
She gon' do it"
Back in the fields like my name is Ray Lewis
I f*cked a b*tch in Atlanta, she Jewish
Oh who it is?
I got a team full of hittas
I got a team full of n*ggas
Really my brothers
They really some killers
f*ckin' yo b*tch while she takin' control
Off Percocet's while i'm all in yo home
Question mark, you know him?
But she says she don't know
These b*tches ain't right
These b*tches be slimin', she might be the finest
b*tch, quit that whining, suck this di*k
And you know ima time it
Hahaha
b*tch you know I'ma time it
b*tch quit that whining, suck this di*k
And you know I'ma time it
[Verse 3: Ar'mon & Trey (Ar'mon)]
Mhmmmm
I been feelin' some way, got a point to prove (Yeah, yeah)
Made the hittas say nothin' new (Yeah, yeah)
All that fake love, I done cut em loose
We don't take sides, not pick and choose
When we pop out the cut they can see that we rich
I'm every n*gga, so run up yo b*tch
They started hatin' I laugh at that sh*t
One Million deposit I'm back in this b*tch
I tell em' go
Shut up, I'm drippin', I need me a boat
Twenty K booking if you want you a show
Got the backend and spent that on a coat
Running it up, it's just me and my brother
No competition we share the same mother
He tried to reach, let it burn, call him Usher
And yo team next and that's end of discussion
[Verse 4: Ar'mon & Trey (Trey)]
That lil b*tch she do what I say
Squat on the di*k like she got the drip
She know I'm nasty, she squirted on my face
Keep my head down, I like to swim
Don't you get hit with the ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Drop a couple racks, get you hit
We got a boatload of b*tches, no one-on-ones
We gon' step em' out in a whip
Fifty a chain
I might jump on a plane
And land in Dubai with your b*tch
b*tch I been doin' my thing
Now they knowin' my name
Wrote a couple songs now it's lit
She make the di*k disappear like ta-da
Put the di*k in her, she like ah-ah
You don't want smoke, this is za-za
And we making M's why would I lie?
[Verse 5: YNW Melly]
p*ssing on your b*tch when I'm all inside her poof
I am not a fairy but your b*tch got a sweet tooth (huh)
Pull up with them pistols, c*ck it back and let em' loose
And your b*tch grey like the clouds f*ck a goose
Hit that lil' b*tch with the Glock (Ayy)
Shoot that lil' b*tch 'fore the opps
I cannot f*ck with these lil' pus*y n*ggas
These n*ggas be using them props
Only time a n*gga ever using props
Only time, only time
Only time, only time
Melly, murder on my mind
b*tch, it's murder on my mind
And I'm really on my grind
Shawty suck that di*k slow motion
Yeah I told the ho take her time
I put the di*k in her spine
She say "Ooh mine"
I am not married to that lil' b*tch, so what's yours is not mine
How I'm just f*cking yo b*tch on a regular? (Huh)
No it ain't coincidental (Huh)
All up, all up in her (Ayy)
I'm all up in her head like a splinter (Huh)
I'm all in her ass like a splinter (Huh)
No it is not coincidental
Melly f*ck on yo b*tch inside a rental (Ay)
f*ckin' your b*tch in a rental
f*ckin' your b*tch in a shplatt (Ay)
f*ck that lil b*tch from the back (Ay)
And you know I'm Michael Jack-Son
Told the ho "Where you at then?"
Hold up wait, Toni Braxton
And the way that pistol sing, y'all n*ggas really get to whack-In (Huh)