Cold Turkey 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Gudda Tay on every beat, n*gga)

[Verse 1]
These n*ggas ain't real as you think
They wanna go big, but they can't, yeah
Smell like a pound when I walk in the bank
Free all my n*ggas locked up with a shank
Big dog, n*gga, hell yeah, I got rank
Want drank, lil' n*gga, hell yeah, we got pints
Truck sound like a plane when that motherf*cker crank
The b*tch gon' f*ck, so I made the ho wink

[Chorus]
I got a ring on every finger, n*gga, I feel like The Lord of the Rings
My b*tch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
'Fore I made it with this rap sh*t, I was posted up, n*gga, servin' fiends
Turned the studio into a booty club, I rap while she shake ass for me

[Verse 2]
I ain't had no sleep, I been grindin' for weeks
Come shop with us, n*gga, we got it for cheap
Rap n*ggas still tryna run with the swag
You know this drip, they got it from me
Swervin' this Benz, it's Wagen, the G
I'm talkin' 'bout Barbie, the front got a B
Can't walk in the show 'til they pay me the fee
Bet I walked on this b*tch if I got on the beat
And the beat, boy, it came from Gudda
Fresh as f*ck, but I came out the gutter
One thing I can't do, switch on my brother
f*ck these n*ggas, I been chasin' money
My daddy always told me keep it a hundred
Pay the plug right back if your ass got fronted
Feds all on my di*k, I'm the hood most wanted
And I'm not with that sucker sh*t, I don't condone it
Her pus*y so good, I f*ck in the morning
Way the b*tch talk, she be makin' me horny
Glock on my hip while a n*gga performin'
If it ain't 'bout the money, it's lame and borin'
Bought a new house, but this sh*t four stories
Mama said, "n*gga, no nuts, no glory"
Baby said she wanna suck and record it
I'm a 1'5 n*gga, but I come from New Orleans
n*ggas be hatin', boy, that sh*t be like poison
Promoters can't book me, they cannot afford me
n*ggas don't like me, they keep that sh*t cordial
Paid cash for this house, I ain't got no mortgage
I got three phones, I can't run out of storage
Got bands on me, make her pus*y get moist
I'm a player for real, so I don't gotta force it
Racks stuck in my jeans, sh*t look like Norbit
Pull up in Bentley, Ferrari, and Porsches
Went got that check like a Nike endorsement
And I been killin' the game like abortion
Had to get rich, they ain't leave me no choices
I'm in my bag, I ain't talkin' 'bout groceries
When I jump out that b*tch, n*gga, everybody notice it
Chopper on me, get to singin' like Jodeci
Never gon' fold, I ain't never had ho in me
[Chorus]
I got a ring on every finger, n*gga, I feel like The Lord of the Rings
My b*tch so bad, she look like the ones you see in the magazine
'Fore I made it with this rap sh*t, I was posted up, n*gga, servin' fiends
Turned the studio into a booty club, I rap while she shake ass for me