Chicken Run 2 lyrics

[Verse 1 ?]
Hating on me, still get your b*tch f*cked
[?] next summer come in Benz trucks
Gary Payton 20, you n*ggas still smoking fake runts
My lil b*tch, she use her mouth, she don't say much
n*ggas gay, I make more big plays than Slay
All my b*tches slay, all my n*ggas bust the K
b*tch, I'm Master P, ain't no limit with this pape
Sold dimes, I made a way, push [?] out of state

[Verse 2 ?]
Yeah Off White the kicks, n*gga, Off White the fit
How ironic, 'cause a n*gga Off White [?]
Selling [?] b*tch that [?] like a [?]
I don't trust dawg, 'cause he talk like the pigs
I ain't have no choice, I had to run it up
Thumbing through the hundred, looking like I'm 'bout to bust a nut
This Presidential on, but I don't f*ck with Donald Trump
Got a lick [?] is you down or what?

[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
sh*t Gucci, like I f*ck around with Pump
Gеt your pus*y ass shot up, tryna f*ck around and front
Smoking pain, I might f*ck around with runts
n*ggas calling me for drank, he gon' f*ck around, get cut
Told that b*tch that I can't f*ck without no mеdison
We gon' pour it up, don't give a f*ck about your measurements
Ghetto boy, but I'm f*cking round with [?]
pus*y n*gga dissing, we gon' f*ck around and dammage him
By [?] before he exiting
Roley on my arm, this b*tch light up like it's Edison
[Verse 4 ?]
When it come to whipping work, I'm a motherf*cking veteran
They pat a n*gga down, but I still got that metal in
We can slide down, you know what's up with me
I'll f*ck your sister and your cousin, ain't no cuffing me
Walked out [?] I'm with the f*ckery
I run off on my cousin, ain't no love in me
Yellow Trackhalk, black feet, it's a bumble bee
[?] P like [?] throwing up the B
Buffs on my face, I'm a Crip, I support the C
b*tch sucked the calone off my di*k, power of [?]

[Verse 5: Icewear Vezzo]
Watch me power up
I'll wet a pus*y n*gga crib for an hour up
I just flew to Cali with the Crips, got a power plug
A.P. on my wrist, wet as f*ck like a sour slush
Big chop on my neck, ready to drop some
I don't hang with no n*gga if he ain't drop nothing
Couldn't sell the FNN, 'cause it got opps on it
n*ggas can't keep up in the streets, [?] cops on us
Yeah, pour the pop on it
I just told a junky buying Acie, and threw Wok on it
Ride through the city in the Lack, but I got drop money
He was playing games with that dough, and got a hot [?]