Freestyle Part 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Two Cups Part Two coming soon or something
Motherf*cker just dropped Savages or something
Just finna' drop this Killa or something
f*ck n*gga coming soon or something
Got Shooters on deck with broski, right here or something
Coming soon or something
I'mma go and spaz how they done wanted me to spaz, though, cause I ain't spazzed in a minute
I'mma gon' 'head and go crazy, he like...


[Verse]
I done started from the bottom, now I'm here, n*gga
Only fearing God, I don't fear n*ggas
n*ggas talking out they ass but I don't hear n*ggas
When I'm sliding past, I might see you in my rear n*gga
Cause that's where you supposed to be
I'm riding with my toast on me
Ain't got no friends, I keep my enemies close to me
That's how it's supposed to be, b*tches be approaching me like Ain't you Young Pappy? Remember you was smoking dope with me!
Hoes trying to mingle, start a little conversation to get me to take they number down, tell me when to come around
But sh*t, I don't f*ck around
Cause hoes try to set me up
Have a n*gga downstairs, call her tell her let me up
n*gga might slide through, see me, try to wet me up
Guns get to drawing like a artist try to tat' me up
But me I ain't going, cause my third eye be open
Tell that b*tch she ain't sh*t and she laugh like I be joking
Pop a pill just to heal, I ain't talking ibuprofen
Sticky kush call it dope, he get fried, I be toasted
I be trying to do my thing, n*ggas hating, b*tches love me
Say we got something going on, they see the way they b*tches hug me
n*ggas smile in my face, but in they eyes I see the hate
Try to walk up in my shoes, but yo' size is just a eight
I'm a grown ass man, n*gga
If you ask me, you's a grown ass man, get yo' grown ass beat
I be out here in these streets, riding strapped up with my heat
But when I see the police, my belt be strapped up to the seat
Real gangsters move in silence, never talk to the police
Since I'm a real gangster, when they ask I never speak
Real n*ggas they abide by that, money by hoes I ride by that
Keep my hammer on me, on my homie I'mma die by that
Why I gotta' lie 'bout that? n*ggas know and b*tches know
Hoe say she don't like me, f*ck you wanna' take my picture for?
He ain't gon' blow, don't know what he got a pistol for
n*gga kiss the di*k, that b*tch right under the mistletoe
n*ggas be expecting a reply when they be dissing though
So I'm not expecting you to cry when you be missing, somewhere tied up in my kitchen, n*gga
Begging for some mercy
My n*ggas with that action, when it's cracking, they be thirsty
I be picky with my clothes, it's designer what I'm wearing
Never seen this in the stores, so when she look she get to staring
But I like that sh*t, I'm arrogant, I get that from my parents
But I told you, I don't walk the streets, I run 'em like it's errands
I be feeling like I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover, all them
'Till she got mad, I understand, shorty call him
sh*t be f*cked up, I be wishing I can call Tim
Ball so hard, they can't find us, they be like "bro, this y'all gym!"
n*ggas they be giving up, b*tches they gon' give it up
Dope man, take twenty bands, I'll stick him up
You will get changed for some change, I don't give a f*ck
They don't know who shot like 'Pac when I hit 'em up
Pop, pop! Body drop, cops gotta' zip him up
Another body drop, so the opps get to clicking up
n*ggas know I'm hot, so hot I'll sizzle up
One shot to the toughest n*gga, you'll shrivel up
Back like I never left, better than I ever been
b*tch, got her super ready, wetter than she ever been
Took her to the top floor, she say she ain't never been
Got her where I want her, all I gotta' do is tell her when
'Bout ready to shine now, watch say my time, now!
Say that sh*t before but I ain't never write that line down
Freestyle A-O-M, n*ggas still playing that
When they hear this, they ain't gon' hesitate to play it back, boom!