Talk About It Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Backstreet Boys & B-Lovee]
Why
Ain't nothin' but a mistake
Tell me why
I never wanna hear you say
I want it that way
Grrah
Grrah, grrah
Free Flock
Free the Guys
Grrah
f*ck the opps

[Verse]
n*ggas like b*tches, they talkin' a lot, and this ruger I'm totin' a lot
On the block, spot a opp, I'ma shake up the lot, I swear boy not an opp, I'm just bangin' to style
Like, f*ck that, can't wait to catch me an opp, brodie gon' up that, flame out the thing 'till he drop
All the opps on my di*k, is you slidin' or not? b*tch, I be in my hood, you can't say that I'm not
I heard n*ggas sayin' I fell off, I'm back, I'ma walk up on feet and throw shots at his hat
Said I'm actin', for who? b*tch, I really get tact, I get active for you and you turn on your back
Big Die Y, that's a opp in the pack, on that block, we gon' send 'em to Rah if he lack
Grrah, grrah, grrah, no cap

[Verse]
It get tact, I'm the one with the steel, only had one knock so I wеnt for the kill, grrah
Pretty b*tch, I'ma kill off a pill, on the drill, I'ma keep with thе steel
Signed a deal, now they askin', "B-Lovee, when you leavin' the field?"
sh*t be real, when I walk through the hood, that sh*t give me them chills
Free Squeeze, on that block we don't stop until we make us an opp n*gga bleed
Throwin' shot after shot on the scene, first time I heard an opp n*gga scream
n*ggas new to this sh*t, not me, I'ma let off the clip, not three
Hollows gon' eat up his face, they gon' need an ID, who he said he was gon' blitz, not me
Opps on my di*k, they not talkin' no facts, n*gga probably might need me to loan him a pack
They ain't dumb, n*ggas know how I act, they ain't tryna slide, but they know where I'm at
Bro in the back with the pole on his lap, heart cold, he can't wait 'till an opp n*gga lack
Couple n*ggas got hit, we can't speak about that, give a f*ck who they is, let 'em tweak and get clapped
If it's up, we ain't givin no clue, lil' bro tryna spin and put him on the news
All these hoes tryna f*ck, now they comin' in twos, I be smokin' the opps, like, I can name a few
I'm the one, I was livin' that life, he can run, I got beam on the pipe
That sh*t fun, I'ma creep in the night, ain't no cuffin' that b*tch for the night
[Chorus]
n*ggas like b*tches, they talkin' a lot, and this ruger I'm totin' a lot
On the block, spot a opp, I'ma shake up the lot, I swear boy not an opp, I'm just bangin' to style
Like, f*ck that, can't wait to catch me an opp, brodie gon' up that, flame out the thing 'till he drop
All the opps on my di*k, is you slidin' or not? b*tch, I be in my hood, you can't say that I'm not
I heard n*ggas sayin' I fell off, I'm back, I'ma walk up on feet and throw shots at his hat
Said I'm actin', for who? b*tch, I really get tact, I get active for you and you turn on your back
Big Die Y, that's a opp in the pack, on that block, we gon' send 'em to Rah if he lack
Grrah, grrah, grrah, No cap

[Outro: Backstreet Boys]
Why
Ain't nothin' but an heartache
Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a mistake
Tell me why
I never wanna hear you say
I want it that way