Charlie 2 (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: ShooterGang Kony]
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: ShooterGang Kony]
If it's funk, come and see about it, nerds better be about it
Shoot the crowd, check the news, probably read about it
When a sucker die, they gon' ask me to squeeze about it
Here's a tip, n*gga, never ever leave without it
Ice on me flooded and my peso pronto
Your daddy is a baller so you start like Lonzo
Glock ten milly got a nose like Gonzo
I don't ever wanna hear another line 'bout Rondo
But this nina on me like I'm Rajon, it's a great bond
Probably flipped a couple of y'all homies, ask Savon
n*gga even twitch, he get flamed, n*gga, napalm
So you tryna tell me you ain't get tipped by Trayvon?
b*tch, I keep a yeeky and my mom know it
Told her I'm the n*gga in these streets, I might die for it
What's the point in snitching if you still do the time for it
We ain't have sh*t, but this Glock on me cried for us

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
And them suckers took my brother, I ain't goin' for that
Boy, stop talking like you want us, b*tch, you know where we at
Brody bro in the cuts, he just roll in the back
We love to pop out at night, guess I'll roll some Backs
b*tch, this is not that and not this either
And when you book that stu' sesh, better not diss either
I'm giving n*ggas cold shoulders with this big heater
Bad b*tch, she gon' she choose off my dim meter
I been feeling like Tee Grizzley how I'm giving no effort
And yeah, I know a lot of sh*t but never knowin' no better
And we can play it how you want it, n*ggas know it's whatever
And boy, you better check your b*tch 'cause she got bro in her header
n*gga, you ain't on sh*t, and your b*tch on me
b*tch, King Kong ain't got sh*t on me
n*gga, I can't even tell you what we did OT
And bro got aim, he'll hit you in your widow's peak, on the gang
[Verse 3: Nef the Pharaoh]
Free Nick, b*tch, come suck this clip
I'm Chang Chang, lil' n*gga that be Suge-ing on sh*t
I just left the bakery, I got some Cook in the whip
It's two things I won't do, be broke or a snitch
My hookers really bust dates, you be boyfriend pimping
I'ma tell a ho a lie while you be kissin' them b*tches
Not a dumb lacefront but I got an extension
A n*gga whip got hit, it was some bodies up in it
Over Kony Ginobili, I fold your brody
p*ss on your granny, kill your homie
I'm a shooter, dooter
Somebody lied, I never knew her
House lick, they gon' run through her spot while I do her
When JoJo hit the streets, I got a hundred for him
n*ggas don't never be outside, gotta go huntin' for 'em
Rockin' Polo on the hill with my b*tch Lauryn
Never had to jot on the mud 'cause my b*tch scorin'
And this big chop that I got, it'll rip arms
At this rate, Jake, you ain't safe, you need State Farms
You a pus*y, boy, why you try to play that hard?
Up that Glock, make him shh, we had SSR

[Verse 4: Mike Sherm]
First things first, last but not least
Thought he couldn't get touched but I got reach
Real low-key, I ain't tryna be seen
Tryna stay away from rats 'cause a n*gga got cheese
Shout out my n*gga Kony, all you n*ggas phony
Bro off a molly, he swear he seen a pony
b*tch tryna cuddle, I ain't tryna get cozy
Bust in a b*tch, now I'm finna reload it
n*gga, f*ck rap, I'll whip on a promoter
Turn this b*tch up when I'm motherf*ckin' sober
Fell out with some n*ggas just for actin' like some cobras
I done did a lot of sh*t for the culture
You n*ggas doin' sh*t for attention
Something like these b*tches, only competition
But that ain't my business
Every day my B-day, and every week Christmas, b*tch