Them Ones, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: BankRoll Tink]
Klutch
Ayy, yah, uhm

[Verse 1: BankRoll Tink & Drew Jackson]
Ayy, yeah
He ain't met no n*ggas like us (He never)
To my motion, call a n*gga bluff (Callin' them bluff)
But he said he got money, but he ain't got enough (Got enough)
Seventeen, I was a 100K up (Hundred racks)
Fast forward later six figures on a truck (On a track)
I hustle this sh*t with no love (No love)
Still mad to this sh*t when the times got rough, got rough

[Verse 2: Drew Jackson & Quezz Ruthless]
Jacks-Jacks got n*ggas, better add Jackson up (Better add Jackson up)
Because you don't see it, don't mean it in your talk (Pow)
This how a n*gga get touched (On God)
Ho' thinkin' she sweet, got a dumbass sl*t (Pow)
Hundred bros are just sparkin' 'em, gone in the wind
No more applause around, n*ggas tryna link up (No)
No hе ain't f*ckin' with n*ggas (No), this ain't Cali' crab (Yah)
Got that sh*t out of mud (Uh), yeah, we come from thе dirt (Uh, From the dirt)

[Verse 3: Quezz Ruthless]
Uh (Woah), Uh (No)
Every thang we do it to plugs (Do it to plugs)
I walk around like I'm bully kid (Like I'm bully kid)
Yeah, I go inner way (No), n*gga, no, I can't be touched (I can't be touched)
Bailing my dog, no, he stealin' my chow'
I make him play like "n*gga, sit down, stay here" (Down, stay here)
Had the b*tch come to my spot (Hah), then she f*ckin' on top (Hah)
Then she with me, you know that I click (Know that I f*ck)
[Verse 4: Baby K & Fatboy Bino]
Uh, inner way, by the way back in the city (I'm back)
Want to beef, I don't even eat spinach (What's that?)
He gon' die, if he playin' my mentions (He gon' die)
Flex on his Insta, was dead in a instant (He dead)
Make 'em f*ck with me since little infant (Since a lil')
f*ck a n*gga, no talkin', Hilfiger (f*ck 'em)
Small fry ass n*ggas ain't havin' no bacon (Yeah), or sausage, but I still do it bigger (Ayy, it's Fatboy)

[Verse 4: Fatboy Bino & Quezz Ruthless]
We a big dog, these lil' n*ggas shrimp (Yall shrimp)
May play at the playdate, trip after trip (After trip)
I may look like I'm lackin', but a Glock on my hip (On my waist)
n*ggas be broke, he ain't heard "Roll Or Skill" (Roll or Skill)
All my n*ggas pass the rock, guarantee I'ma ball out the jail (Out the jail)
Sudden "GG", n*ggas swervin' with him (No)
What I'm about? (Yeah-yeah) Real trapper, I ain't stoppin' til' I turn on some M's

[Verse 5: Quezz Ruthless]
Oh, oh
Why bother again? He's gonna cash (I got G's on the cash)
Kiss a girl, f*ck around, call 'em flat (Skrrt, skrrt)
I tell Drew "You pull up with a jet?" (Pull up with a jet)
Uh, don't ever think that I'm lackin', I got me a Glock with a button on the back (Button on the back)
Ah, all of these gun that we totin' (Hah), they regular (They regular), alright then b*tch you fast
[Verse 6: BankRoll Tink]
Ayy, yeah
I can't stop if 12 wanna act (Wanna act)
I'm in the spot then the air day (In the spot)
Tryna get rich without the bags (Out the gas)
n*gga, what I'm makin', one day n*ggas moanin' "Your stack" (Your stack)
My name is Bank, you know I got cash (Know I got cash)
I'll be young, n*ggas talkin', why these n*ggas mad? (Why they mad?)

[Verse 7: Baby K & Fatboy Bino]
All they ass, we cut, no slack (No slack)
I'ma pull a short turn on they racks (Kill 'em dead)
b*tches buggin' on swine, ho's bad (Ho' get bad)
We just f*ckin', they lovin' no nap (Uh-Uh)
b*tch, I'm ruthless and I like you for this (Know a lot)
b*tch, I'm signed to the streets (Again) til' my coffin (I'm back)
Make a offer (Yah), they give me your bonus (Make a offer)
She tryin', c*m in that pus*y, I don't want it

[Verse 8: Fatboy Bino]
Spent 30K on a Rolex, can't even tell the time (Time)
Bust down, bust down (Bust down, bust down), I make you blind
Brr, Brr (Brr), switch it, go wild, make a n*gga get down (On the ground)
We the young n*ggas, flushing blocks down the town (In the city)
You tired make a cup of codeine? Where you got pounds? (You a clown)
I'm with the bro, them n*gga my round (My woes)
Jumping to water, guarantee gon' drown (Gon' drown)
[Verse 9: Drew Jackson]
Yeah, plenty shots for a n*gga like you greedy (Like me)
Put a switch on the Glock, we havin' that whip (Whip)
He fell for the baddie, dumbass coochie (Coochie)
Got a K on my wrist, tryna take some? Book me (Owed me some coochie)
Drew J' got some bread, lil' n*gga you a rookie
Goofy ass n*gga ready to die by some pus*y (Real)
'Cause Cey stopped the car, he hopped out, actin' foolish (Jackson James)