Active Part II lyrics

[Verse 1:CY Lil Toppa]

Stop with the capping
You should stop rapping
I just threw fake dollar bills at their face
Brand new Draco,this my only K
One of us is gay,you know which one
I’m slick like Big Pun
Get in the one on ones
We got twenty one guns

[Verse 2:21 Savage]

It’s twenty one and you gonna get some
Hold you for ransom
No way,your man sucks
Don’t give me too many drugs
Or I’ll end up like Lil Peep

[Verse 3:CY Lil Toppa]

n*ggas die off like the Hunger Games
Stop playing these stupid games
One shot and I’m in the hall of fame
I’m not getting killed in the Squid Games
I already told you that I was gay
And rest in peace Lil Snupe
With every flavor of ice cream I get two scoops
And I’m looking up to my idol Snoop
But I recorded this verse when I had to poop
And I’m still smoking these Jews
I remember every time my rent is due
Just remember that I went to 42
You didn’t like me so f*ck you
Every morning I read the rondeau
And rest in peace to Pop Smoke
When I’m on a boat I turn as green as an artichoke
There’s factual proof that I’m a goat
Green light means go
What the f*ck you mad at me for?
Spent a Milli on the verse now I’m broke

[Verse 4:Shokka]

Now am I wrong?
For trying to beat her walls down like King Kong?
Now am I wrong?
Because I’m wrong on every song
We in the hills smoking opps,bomboclatt
Screaming,”what the f*ck is that?”
I feel like 21 with the knife tat
You see? I like that
QC,their name is big cap
Looking at her ass,I might bite that

Every time I look at your messages,I feel like you’re ghosting me
This beef usually comes with a price but I’ll give it to you for free
You know shawty had them apple bottom jeans
Not a lover like Billie Jean
Rock out in Amiri jeans
Might go bald like Mr.Clean
I feel like there’s someone always watching me
I feel marvelous today
Get it on like Marvin Gaye
Watch out or we might spray
[Verse 5:CY Lil Toppa & Shokka]

Okay,alright,alright,okay
Guess what’s gonna happen T-O-D-A-Y?
Yep,you’re gonna die T-O-D-A-Y
How did you know I was G-A-Y?
This a public P-S-A
Okay okay
Got big money like Rick Ross
Shokka made a song with Rick Ross
f*ck with us,we’ll put you on the cross
We might have to cut your di*k off

All about family like Fast And Furious
I wanna know sh*t because I’m curious
Rest in peace to the beat because I murdered this
All these suckers don’t acknowledge our lyrical sh*t
And you can drink my f*cking p*ss
Like what?
Let me roll my blunt
Cause goddamn these opps are c*nts
If we catch em,we gon beat him up
Get too deep in that pus*y and I beat it up

[Verse 6:CY Lil Toppa]
I was on vacation licking on that coochie
Go to the store and get you some Gucci
Old ass n*gga like Boosie
We still smoking that loose leaf
Pull up with an Uzi with Lil Uzi
White b*tches all in my Jacuzzi
I’m not racist,stick to the game b*tch
Why you do cocaine b*tch?
My shirt,that sh*t is stainless
I don’t want the boobs,I came for the cake b*tch