Windows Pt2 lyrics

[Intro: Tata & Jenn Carter]
(It's Kosfinger baby)
Suck my di*k, n*gga
Yo, mix that sh*t
While you suck my di*k, I'm smokin' all—
Everybody shot
Everything dead
Glah, glah
Glah, glah, boom b*tch
(It's Kosfinger baby)

[Verse 1: Tata]
When I'm talkin', you better listen (What?)
Don't drop my 4, I have n*ggas go missin'
And it's still corona, keep your distance (Grrah)
Miah wit' me, she not playin' with b*tches
Keep puttin' my name in his song, man, that boy don't perform, he just runnin' his lips (Suck my di*k)
Bushman, you a bum, stop sayin' my name, tell ya big homie Rah you a b*tch, glah
I'm on hots, n*gga
Move the wrong way you get shot, n*gga
Got a vest, so I am for his top, n*gga (Grrah-grrah)
Got a baddie she settin' the drop, n*gga (Grrah-grrah)
Don't get lined, n*gga, what's the vibes, n*gga? (Grrah-grrah, boom, b*tch)
You better be ready to die, n*gga
Say my name and I'm comin' outside, n*gga
Word to my mother, you shot, n*gga (Grrah-grrah)
On my bully, they callin' me Scottie (What?)
I'm wit' KR, he rollin' up Dotti (Dotti)
I got bored, took a trip to the opps side (Damn, damn)
Started smokin' they dead in they lobby (Glah-glah, boom)
Got a gun, he don't know what to do with it (Dumb)
Pass the knocker, on bro I go kuu wit' it
Gun jam up, he get beat wit' the blick (Damn)
Pass me the knocker, on bro, I'm a fool wit' it (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Ayo Jenny, they not ready
n*ggas be pus*y and opp n*ggas envy
Four for four, I ain't talkin' bout Wendy's (b*tch)
Let's get rich, baby, kick me a chevy
Opp b*tch, shoot that b*tch (Shoot that b*tch)
Throw up Flex, oh, boom that b*tch
She wanna tote the knocker in the video (Grrah-grrah, boom, b*tch)
Catch Rey Flex, he get beat wit' the grip (Grrah-grrah)
Glah, they know I'm vibey (Damn)
Throw my shiesty on, I'm gettin' slimey (Damn)
Knocker Dora, I'm lookin' for swipey
I'll get 'em checked just like he Nike
Spin through Manhattan, tryna catch a Flex (Catch a Flex)
Backdoor open, Mallow sent a text (Damn-damn)
They know I'm Mr. Vibey-In-The-Flesh (Grrah, grrah)
Oh you 41K? You next, b*tch (Suck my di*k, oh damn)
[Verse 2: Jenn Carter]
Pushin' her buttons just like a controller
Call me Drake, I can controlla'
It's a hole in his head, like a donut
Shot to the arm, like that boy had corona
And this chopper gon' sing like it's Tory
Bro steady runnin' like he was on Maury
If it ain't about money, don't call me
You say you a opp but you never performin' (Glah-glah, boom)
n*ggas pus*y and they mediocre
I get angry, the grip is bipolar (Glah, glah)
Said these n*ggas is popped, soda
See him in person, he losin' composure
Had that boy he was mute, like a mime (Glah, glah)
That boy he runnin', get turned to a dime (Glah-glah, boom)
If he run, put the beam to his spine
Call em' A Boogie, 'cause he outta time
Like damn, who really 'bout it?
Get to the bready, just send me the routin' (Routin')
Like damn, I'm a savage like 21
Feel like I'm Nicki, these b*tches my sons (Glah, glah, glah)
I'm like Curry, I swear that I'm clutch
When you get in that room, better hush
sh*t can get real, don't get turned into runtz
If I finger the trigger, he rolled in my blunt (Glah-glah, boom)
I'ma dump it, just empty the clip
After that then I'm takin' ya b*tch (Goddamn)
I won't stop 'til I feel like I'm rich (Glah, glah)
Keep me a Lilo, I cannot get stitched (Glah-glah, boom)
I'ma dump it, just empty the clip (Like, what?)
After that then I'm takin' ya b*tch (Like, damn)
I won't stop 'til I feel like I'm rich (Glah, glah)
Keep me a Lilo, I cannot get stitched
This ain't a window, this more like a balcony
You ain't part of me, n*ggas doubted me
No segregation, I'm closin' a boundary (Glah, glah)
n*ggas talkin', but that sh*t is comedy (Glah-glah, boom)
I be geekin', like I won the lottery
Touch on my body, like I was in pottery (Like, what? Damn)
Shootin' like CPD, this sh*t is quality (Glah-glah, glah-glah)
I'm a demon and there is no stoppin' me (Glah-glah, boom)
[Outro: Tata & Jenn Carter]
'Body shot, smokin' all deads
41 gang, the f*ckin' gang
Smokin' all deads, n*gga
Suck my di*k