XXL Freshman 2022 Cypher - Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Nardo Wick]
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Big brother always tryna touch a n*gga brain
Leave him neckless, he try and reach in for my chain
He's always tryna hit a f*ckin' stain
Brush my teeth with scope, but promise, I got aim
The way I'm swingin' sh*t, think my b*tch Mary Jane
Tired of everybody callin' me insane
I'm tired of everybody callin' me insane
b*tch, I'm on it, man-to-man, no zonin', watch that car, I'm on it
Rich as hell, opp block, I can own it, even my opponent
I can tell all these n*ggas phony, none of them is on it
I'm not friendly so don't call me homie, n*gga, you don't know me
Damn, I'm trippin', bros take off my chain, I almost shot while drippin'
See his whip and fill it up with holes, you would think I'm pimpin'
f*ck these b*tches, man, a ho can't go, we don't do no simpin'
Top of this di*k the only tip she get, we don't do no tricking, uh
Pull up with extensions like Juwanna Mann
I keep heat where I go, I'm a walkin' sauna-man, uh, uh
Slide on him at night, call me pajama-man
Got two hoes on my di*k, call me Ferragamo man, uh, uh
And I'm doin' a cypher with the stick, uh
n*gga run in here while I'm rappin', shoot him in his sh*t, uh
And I'm doin' a cypher with the stick, uh
n*gga run in here while I'm rappin', shoot him in his sh*t, uh
[Verse 2: BIG30]
Ayy, fifty racks on me right now and this Dior is made of silk
n*ggas spin my block incorrect, then somebody gettin' killed
My young n*gga fifteen with four bodies, can't even buy a fifth
He ain't even old enough to vote, that lil' boy bangin' Crip, blrrrd
This that micro Draco with the wood
Bangin' CGE for life, no, nevermind, that's understood
Eight shots to his back, that pus*y died before he hit the wood
He can't come back on my block, he no longer from my hood
He can't come back on my block, shake his pockets, check his socks
No more serving weed or serving lean, ain't no more serving rock
Can't pop back out on the block, hit his ass with so much hot
Hit his ass with so much hot sh*t, made him fall down on the block
Ayy, we made his pus*y ass fall off the block
Hit his ass with switches on these Glocks, with bump stocks on a chop
n*gga, know what's up with me, free Shiesty, goin' to the top
Wicked with me in the cut, and Scarr, he got that AR
I said Big Scarr, he got that AR, blrrrd

[Verse 3: Big Scarr]
I'm in the eggshell coupe, this b*tch here a hatchback
I don't do the basics, b*tch, this Hemi here a Scat Pack
I don't do no talkin', roll this n*gga in the outback
I'm with your main b*tch, we eatin' steak, chillin' at Outback
I'm all in double-XL, Draco chillin' in my backpack
I'm all in double-XL, Draco chillin' in my backpack
Sippin' and I'm swervin' and I'm servin' out a lunch sack
[Verse 4: KenTheMan]
Ayy, see, these diamonds on my neck cost me a grip, your sh*t ain't addin' up
I skipped the S, I went straight to the VV, made the choker bust
They got a lot to say online, see 'em, they choking up
Ayy, shut up 'fore I hit your baby daddy back and soak him up
Ooh, don't want no loco nut
I want a n*gga sayin' he can't breathe if I don't show him love
I graduated from the di*k, I think my role's enough
If n*ggas ain't gon' come at me correct, I give you hoes a sub
I know a lot of b*tches tight, they need a shoulder rub
Making with these b*tches, make a month before I hit the club
Only thing to do with broke n*ggas is to pick 'em up
I told him I'm a rapper, that's for hoes that's in the building up
Ooh, is you hearin' me?
I know a lot of rap b*tches be hatin', they ain't feelin' me
These b*tches killin' me
Everybody say they ain't scared to give lil' Ken a piece
ATL, hopped off a plane and hit the stage with Kali, I'm a P
I got some hoes that's ducked off in the valley, asked about me
I been a hunnid, my card's super valid
I drop a ho, I get another one like DJ Khaled
Know God love me, heard the rumors, all dawgs go to Heaven
Be runnin' off so all my n*ggas know I need attention
Say that they don't like me, likin' pictures, that's the contradiction
f*ckin' broke n*ggas gettin' pregnant, that's just superstitious
And keep my name out yo' mouth
Ain't [?] but these b*tches give me salt
Like after a nut, man, these n*ggas gettin' soft
And they might have it on they chest, but I ain't seen 'em get it off, b*tch