DYING IN XXTYLE PT. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, uh, uh, uh
Uh, don't need to f*cking hush, sh*t is bad
They my sons, but I'm not these n*ggas dad
n*gga's a fan, postin' sauce, throwin' jabs
n*ggas keep tryna be funny, I ain't laugh
n*ggas keep trying get to me, I ain't mad (I ain't mad)
When they stay up on my di*k, n*ggas fags
Finna load up this account, get a bag (I'm gettin' paid)
Finna run up in yo' house, I need that

[Verse 1]
n*ggas f*ckin' b*tch made
n*gga you a b*tch, mane
Police killed my homie, oh, R.I.P the wrong mane
Law little b*tch, man, we get money quick mane
Caressing your b*tch man, shawty on my di*k, man
n*gga peep my wristgame, ayy, n*ggas not on sh*t, mane, uh
That sh*t is a damn shame, n*ggas f*ckin' down, man
I'on play no damn games, n*ggas know my damn name
Tryna play the blame game, I'ma up it's way, ayy

[Chorus]
Uh, don't need to f*cking hush, sh*t is bad
They my sons, but I'm not these n*ggas dad
n*gga's a fan, postin' sauce, throwin' jabs
n*ggas keep tryna be funny, I ain't laugh
n*ggas keep trying get to me, I ain't mad (I ain't mad)
When they stay up on my di*k, n*ggas fags
Finna load up this account, get a bag (I'm gettin' paid)
Finna run up in yo' house, I need that
[Verse 2]
sh*t is lame, all you shoulda change
Why the f*ck these f*ck n*ggas keep playin' wit' my name?
Uh, I just f*cked your b*tch, that sh*t is insane
You can never take my spot, n*gga, you a lame
Take the L, call it quits, n*gga gay
Life is hard, I just thug through the pain
I can't lie, I want bread, f*ck the fame
Luggage's hot, but I'm not Lil Wayne

[Outro]
Take the L, call it quits, n*gga gay
Life is hard, I just thug through the pain
I can't lie, I want bread, f*ck the fame
Luggage's hot, but I'm not Lil Wayne
Take the L, call it quits, n*gga gay
Life is hard, I just thug through the pain
I can't lie, I want bread, f*ck the fame
Luggage's hot, but I'm not Lil Wayne