Part 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Suave
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Long live Nut forever
You know the good die young, n*gga
Uh, look, uh, uh

[Verse]
These n*ggas go off what they heard but see we go off verbs
I tell the truth off in my rhymes they gon' feel every word
These pus*y n*ggas standin' on cars, see we stand on words
My patna begging for a body, my n*gga, my nerve
The same n*gga say he want smoke they end up in urns
Ayy, you know death come in three, b*tch, just wait yo turn
I learned some sh*t 'bout these n*ggas that I can't unlearn
I told these n*ggas we gon' be straight but thеm n*ggas turned
Money over b*tchеs, n*ggas still ain't learn
How the f*ck you bite the hand that feed you? n*ggas still ain't learn
Told my b*tch that I'on want these hoes they sh*t ain't good like yours
Bought her Louis bags and Dior, I'ma go and get it for her
She love that, hood n*gga with good intentions, them hoes love that
f*ck that money up and got it back, them hoes love that
If I ever leave, I'm coming back, you better know that
Look, I was just tripping, I wasn't gon' get back
Look, brodie hit my dawg up twice, we gots to get back
Heard ya lil' dawg lost his life and he ain't slid that
I got like 10 chains, I done spent like 50 on one pendant, uh
Johnny Dang, I done spent a 60 on a 60, my veneer cost a 60
What I'm in cost 450 and my ear lobe another 60
You would think I'm Rollin' Sixties
'Cause I'on f*ck with you, look, 'cause you rock purses just like b*tches
I buy purses for my b*tches, we buy hearses, yeah, for snitches
Yeah, I say throw that boy a 7.62, we don't throw shade
I say how the f*ck you having ho problems but you so paid?
Man, I can't never keep account with all these blue ray
Man these n*ggas tried to count me out, these n*ggas too lame
Look mad pistols layin' around my house, I wish they would play
Wish you opp n*ggas in real life, we don't do games
We take pain medicine everyday, we been through pain
Quick to blow a n*gga sh*t off Johnny Coltrane