Set the Tone Part 2 lyrics

[Intro: Alzea]
A-L-E-Z-A (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

[Verse 1: Aleza]
Know I'm the sh*t, you smell this 'roma on me when I walk (That's that gas)
Know I'm that b*tch, you hear it in me clearly when I talk (I'm that b*tch)
I got him freaky, n*gga tweakin', geekin' in them drawers (I got him freaky)
I love these n*ggas, f*ck a pick 'cause I go with 'em all (Go with 'em all)
You shop for cheap, when we go out, b*tch, we gon' buy the mall (Buy it all)
I wear these hoops inside my ear 'cause I was born to ball (Born to ball)
I put on red bottoms to feel myself, they made me tall (They made me tall)
He want my
Heart or want some money, then the answer, "Nah" (The answer, "Nah")

[Verse 2: Gloss Up & GloRilla]
Okay, we blew up on b*tches, don't need to pit 'em in
They know who it is, don't gotta knock, 'cause they gon' let us in
Stylin' when I step, catch a breath, let it sink in
We f*ck and he don't pull out, uh, he let it sink in
When the money good, yeah, you do just what you wanna
I know these b*tches sick, aw sh*t, they got corona
Since you n*ggas dogs, well, lil' n*gga, I'm the owner
If I run across your n*gga, b*tch, consider him a goner (GloRilla)

[Verse 3: Glorilla]
b*tches talkin' out they neck, I pop my motherf*ckin' collar (b*tch)
Any time I get a new n*gga, I gain a couple stalkers (Lame-ass)
Ayy, I'm fine as hell, I'm havin' sh*t, he call this sh*t exotic (Ooh)
Well, I'm all American, baby, but I'm mixed with a lil' toxic
Love a n*gga that don't play that sh*t, come put me in my place
Talkin' 'bout put it in the camera, n*gga, put it in your face (Come here)
Said he know this pus*y fat, well, bae, I'm sorry for the weight (My bad)
I know we said we set the tone, but sh*t, we made a f*ckin' way (On God)
[Verse 4: Slimeroni & K Carbon]
That n*gga blew his chance with me, so now he forced to f*ck another b*tch
I let these b*tches talk 'cause I'ma catch 'em on some stutter sh*t (Scary-ass ho)
He heard that I'm a rapper, wanna lick me like a sucker, sh*t (Ayy)
We on the track again 'cause we the ones who really runnin' sh*t (Yeah, b*tch)
I been had the sauce, my life is great, these hoes be mackin' on me (Uh-huh)
Think that sh*t is sweet the perfect way to catch you lackin', homie
I'm a life, I ain't your wife, man, what you thought? It ain't no matrimony
Sayin' that he miss me, but he really misses macaroni (It's Carbon, that macaroni)

[Verse 5: K Carbon]
Stop bein' stupid, you know I'll never love you (b*tch)
He keep spendin' all the cash he want, but I'll never f*ck him
b*tches keep talkin' that tough sh*t thinkin' I'll never touch 'em (Where you at? Get whacked)
I'ma pop out with that— knock her ass up out them bundles (Ayy, ayy)
I'ma get these b*tches gone if I feel like they got tension
Every time my name come up, I'm in these lil' broke b*tches' mentions
And these broke-ass bum hoes can't compare to how I'm livin'
I'ma high speed in this Scat', ho, you hear that f*ckin' engine

[Outro: K Carbon]
f*ck you motherf*ckers, man, y'all know what the f*ck goin' on
It's Set the Tone 2, b*tch