p*ssy Pampers 2 lyrics

[Verse: HBK Ronny]
Yeah, sticks wrapped up like a pogo-stick
She give me brain, but she don't know sh*t
Get money and dip on the bro code sh*t
When it comes to these hoes, ain't a bro code b*tch, like
Swear to bro code, go get his sh*t right
"Don't gotta rob", then you better go hitchhike
You know what's gonna happen, we linkin' at midnight
She bendin' it over, I'm givin' her big pipe
When I hit it, I'm f*ckin' her back, hoe
I got an opp neighbor callin' for backup
Run up on Ronny, you better be strapped up
Shoe case, nеighbor I'm packed up
Real sh*t, no cap, no kizzy
I pop beans OD likе [?]
I sip lean, I need yo' kitty
Me and my team roll 'round, we wicked

[Bridge: cl4pers]
Ok, aight, lemme catch the beat

[Verse: cl4pers]
Damn, shout out to Ronny
f*ck up yo' crit, and go f*ck on yo' mommy
She eat me up, just I'm salami
Where's Waldo? All these neighbors can't find me
f*ck on that b*tch then I did what I won't say
Made that b*tch mad, now she look like Beyonce
They think I'm the best, I'm like, "What else can I say?"
Put on my glasses, I feel like I'm Dante
I feel like SAD! Neighbor, shout out to X
Put him on a T, ain't talkin' bout rex
Scissor, and I know that I'm a sender
That lil' boy is a rat, call him Master Splinter
Shred a neighbor b*tch I'm feelin' like Shredder
Picked up his money, she light as a feather
I know we gon' make it just come on together
Can't see like Hellen, I'll repeat it, Keller
[Bridge: Cl4pers, CapzLock]
I shoulda gotta longer amount on my verse
But I don't wanna take up the whole song
'ppreciate you Cl4pers!

[Verse: CapzLock]
We runnin' on you, boy you better stay quiet
See sum' I like, and you know Imma buy it
Run up on who, my gang stay silent
If he talkin' down, and you know Imma light that (uh!)
Playin' these thot's like chess
I gotta strap, there's a blick in my chest
Sayin' goodbye, then move on to the next
Aimin' you down, Imma shoot yo' neck!

[Verse: CapzLock]
You know that I stay with my bros
Cl4pers around me, they always on go
Pull up a four, stick with a pole, I'm finna shoot at yo' dome
They act like the gang, but I did this all on my own
And If he talkin' down, this choppa 'bout ready to blow!
I gotta pull on my waist, run in yo crib and I'm robbin' yo' safe
I just walked out the bank, two twin Glocks right at yo' face!