Watch This Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo Double, you killed that, on foenem grave)
f*ck y'all talkin' about? Like
Y'all n*ggas dayroom, word to my mother
I'm not even gon' give you n*ggas no type of cut
Like, f*ck the opps
Like, like, free the Sweepers, n*gga
Free the guys, n*gga
f*ck is goin' on? n*ggas not f*ckin' with us, you heard?
Like, like, he said, like

[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm with the Hound, they could run up and flock, like, hold on
Run up, send him to the—
A lot of y'all gangsters b*tches in disguise
Push up on KC, he meetin' his demise
Fifteen in the Glock, they know when I arrive
Accuracy ootin', Melo in his prime
Relly Jeff Hardy in 2009
And, b*tch, I'm like 50 in 2005

[Verse]
Like, hold on, they call me, "Get 'em," gon' hop out and get you
Jayy Ohh, buy some clothes that'll fit you
Drako, lil' n*gga, you is not official
sh*t sound like a bomb, and my gun shootin' missles
Like, watch how I up it and aim it
Family off limits, I flock at adjacents
Your b*tch wanna f*ck 'cause she thinkin' I'm famous
b*tch, I'm the greatest who is underrated
Y'all Shmu n*ggas faggots and faded, y'all don't got no money, y'all jewelry plated
(Y'all Shmu n*ggas faggots and faded, y'all don't got no money, y'all jewelry plated)
I don't know why he rap like a killer
He troll on the net, and I get with a n*gga
Avengers, I turn him quick back to silver
Only Wock' in my cup, I ain't pourin' no liquor
Here's one thing I don't understand
Y'all rap 'bout guns then cry up in the can
Sturdy with or without it, we could shoot the hands
Opp n*ggas fathers ain't show 'em be a man
n*ggas look up to me, just won't admit it
Like, hop out, we leavin' 'em finished
Don't catch 'em today, spin again like a fidget
O blocks is dayroom, they follow a midget
"Hope Kenny outside when I'm spinnin'"
Like, why would I hide with the Smith &?
Capone from the ghost side, handle business
I know I'm on your side, handle b*tches (Ayo Double, you killed that, on foenem grave)
But I be on phone line, with them n*ggas
You talkin' online, but I'm a menace
Some n*ggas be on bum time
Broke n*ggas wait to eat like a lunch line
Shawty tryna call me for the fun time
But the gang already hit, I don't want mines
Ooters call me when it's crunch time
Fly ooter resume, yeah he want mine
(Shawty tryna call me for the fun time)
(But the gang already hit, I don't want mines)
(Ooters call me when it's crunch time)
(Fly ooter resume, yeah he want mine)
Lil' n*gga—
[Chorus]
b*tch, I'm with the Hound, they could run up and flock, like, hold on
Run up, send him to the—
A lot of y'all gangsters b*tches in disguise
Push up on KC, he meetin' his demise
Fifteen in the Glock, they know when I arrive
Accuracy ootin', Melo in his prime
Relly Jeff Hardy in 2009
And, b*tch, I'm like 50 in 2005

[Outro]
f*ck y'all talkin' about, n*gga?
Y'all n*ggas f*ckin' with me
Yo, B-Lovee, what up?
Like, f*ck the opps, n*gga
Sweepers