Intro (Part 2) lyrics

[Verse: Mugz]

No mask it's to hot for that
Gun in his face, Free take his pack
Click clack bang ain't no coming back
Yeah he took a trip but he ain't coming back
Choppa f*ck up your six pack, You don't run sh*t accept Laps
I see the opps they start running track, gun go brrrrr sound like smack
I got a Motorola just for the fiends
That sh*t bling on the 15th
Then I'm cashing out on the sixteenth
Tryna flip a half to a whole thing
Since he wanna act let's shoot him like scene
I f*ck up commas, dirty money, but my di*k clean
This b*tch Tryna Billie Jean, saying that kid got my genes
I f*cked you and nutted in your mouth so I know what you really mean
But I could see where you c*mming from
Daycare mouth my kids on her tongue
Do I have to come to your party
And do yo ass like I'm Jeff hardy
Or maybe stone cold stunner your body
And then I go rude boi ox with the shotty
I see your b*tch looking
Like she Tryna get her soul tookin
Run up in your trap while you cookin
Now the cops ask why you shooken
I got Killas out in Brooklyn
That'll kidnap your woman
Tell me where the funds where the drugz at
Where your gun where the thugs at
I heard nighas asking where Mugz at
I fell off and bounced right back
Like a brick off the backboard
Since Pac I been a outlaw
Kill yo ass cut you up into pieces like a Jigsaw
You'll never find like Lou Rawls
Phil Jack I make the calls
In your b*tch mouth like some halls
Member 10th grade skipping in them halls
Had your b*tch licking balls
f*ck class I f*cked her in the stall
School going on and all
[Hook]
Yo girl falling, she need a lift me up
She keep calling, for that Coke she need a pick me up
I told her we gon strictly f*ck
If she ugly then she strictly suck