Tik Tokers Pt. 2 ! lyrics

[Intro]
E-E-Enrgy made this one!

[Verse: Armanibanz, BDG Dizzy, & Lil Garbage Truck]
We makin' bands, and y'all n*ggas not
Found the opps, now we campin' out, on they f*ckin' block
We finna walk down and beat they ass, since they talkin' hot
[?] in the trap, I'm out here singin' like I'm Travis Scott
n*ggas be cappin', they makin' cash, but they really not
Really got scammed, [?], I know you n*ggas hot
I'on't got opps, 'cause I can't beef If you ain't got a lot (Ayy)
I just want top, 'cause I can't f*ck, these b*tches really thots (Lil Garbage Truck, yuh!)
I just got top, and scared it off and left her in 'er feels
Spinnin' his block, we skin his ass like a orange peel
He hard on the block, but under pressure that n*gga gon' squeal
Broke ass n*ggas out hеre fightin' over oatmeal
Uh, thеm bands come I done made a few
I run up to the mall, and blow a bag on some f*ckin' shoes
I ain't talkin' Nikes lil' n*gga I'm talkin' Christian Loubs
Thumbin' through my chicken lil' n*gga, I'm thumbin' through them blues
Come and shop at Foot Locker n*gga, 'cause I be sellin' shoes
I be sellin' too so whatchu want I might just sell to you
That n*gga need a snitch award, gold medal you
I think I need the blick award, 'cause I'mma step on you
I think I need the sh*t award, (Why?), 'cause I'm sh*ttin' on b*tches
And he don't need that blick award because he shootin' and missin'
Aye you a lil' ass boy, n*gga mind yo' business
And I just f*cked this n*gga' b*tch, and I gave her kisses
Damn, that n*gga really just f*cked my b*tch
b*tch was suicidal told that b*tch, "Lemme slit yo' wrist"
Told me she was pregnant now I'm finna go slit my wrist
I just got pulled over, had to hide the grams
Grandma won't shut the f*ck up, I'm 'bout to kill my Gramps!
Beat a n*gga' ass and f*cked his Grams!
Damn, yeah, that b*tch bad as hell
Hittin' her from the back her booty clap that sh*t fat as hell
Send her n*gga a video of us f*ckin', he 'bout mad as hell
f*ckin' on this fat b*tch, she 'bout big as a f*ckin' whale
I just hit a b*tch for 50 cents, at the Taco Bell!
Spread that b*tch legs, gotdamn, what the f*ck's that smell?
Slide up in yo' b*tch, you can call me Gary the Snail
Pulled her legs up, I see a di*k, n*gga what the hell!
Told that b*tch to come over, and come jingle my bells
(Oh, Jingle Bells) Ring a ding ding ding ding
She just jingled my bells!
I'm out here huntin' for the coochie like Hunter x Hunter
How are you doing today I'm the Coochie Muncher
[?] flow, I f*cked his hoe and that n*gga punched her
I'm scarin' the coochie you can call me the coochie monster
Pulled up, on a n*gga, wit' a, rocket launcher
Got a physical and the doctor looked at my di*k
She was like "Gaw damn!"
We out this b*tch, man, Tik Tokers Part Two