Us Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Big Homiie G]
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Woah (Woah)

[Verse 1: Big Homiie G]
My b*tch just text, she havin' PTSD (How?), "You keep on nuttin' in me" (Ugh)
I replied, "I'm young and havin' this sh*t, why not have a baby by me?" (Woah)
Too much drank, might fall off my feet, freestyle, pour a cup every time I eat (Woah, woah)
Everywhere I go, all eyes on me, just like 'Pac, better watch TV
This ain't just a truck, this a Cadillac V (Skrrt)
Jump in this b*tch, get massaged by seats (Ooh)
I heard you got robbed and smacked before (b*tch)
Why you still sayin' you in the streets? (n*gga)
I heard your lil' n*ggas just got whacked (Baow)
I heard your whole gang blamin' G (G)
Man, I outside, f*ckin' this thick-ass b*tch (Ugh)
You know how n*ggas be

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
I heard they outside lookin' for me
Bruh 'nеm seven deep, on the way in thе Jeep (That's what I heard)
I get drops from the b*tch, you sweet
He ain't see us, shots came from the tree
I hang around real killers, 'fore they kill you, they'll torture you and shoot you in both of your knees
I hang around real trappers
Before the short you on dope, they'll take all your weed
Psh, b*tch, that ain't real, that's weave (Can't fool me)
I hate on every side of the city (They wanna do me)
Ten chains, that's my image (Big Cubans)
I spent a dub at Lenox (In Poochie)
[Verse 3: Big Homiie G]
I spent a dub at Saks (At Saks), I just be f*ckin' off racks (Woah)
How many lines you got in that soda? You ain't pourin' up like that (A four)
Hmm, I left a bad b*tch on read (Read), I don't want nothin' out her but her head (Ugh)
I told lil' bro whenever he catch 'em (What?), shoot em everywhere but his legs (Baow)
Overkill him, make sure he dead (Grrt)
They ain't solve sh*t, but a cop fled (Skrrt)
Whole lotta rounds from a switch and a bunch of smoke what they news said (Brrt)

[Verse 4: YTB Fatt]
That's what the news said
Gotta blitz him, that's what my crew did
All I know, I had the b*tch top floor at the penthouse, eatin' on this broomstick
All I know, if this ho tryna go with her move, get hit with this pool stick
All I know, this ho tryna go home, psh, psh, psh, psh, Loaf
Titties on point, she Jamaican (Ooh)
Fifty a show, blue bacon (Ooh)
I got Foxes in the Yami, they Haitian (What they doin'?)
No questions, they pullin' up quakin' (Frrt)

[Verse 5: Big Homiie G]
Give me that Tris', f*ck Quagen (f*ck it)
I already had that b*tch you savin (Ooh)
n*gga, you better check that b*tch, 'fore I f*ck that ho, doin' all that wavin' (Ugh)
All I know, I don't get them M&Ms, this sh*t, I'm goin' back robbin' (Goin' back robbin')
Snatchin' that chain in the rap game
Ain't nobody safe, but my gang (Give me that)
b*tch keep sayin' she love me, get my face tatted, then f*ck my name (f*ck my name)
All I see is us (Us)
Real talk, f*ck your game (f*ck 'em)
All I see is us (Us)
Real talk, f*ck your game (f*ck your game)
And I don't know half of these n*ggas dissin' me, tryna get some fame off my name (Off my sh*t)