Lik Flow 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Big 24 sh*t (You know what the f*ck goin' on)
Free the Bangman (Free the Bangman, b*tch)
f*ck be wrong with n*ggas? (Dumb-ass n*ggas)
The f*ck, n*gga?

[Verse]
Oh, you ain’t heard? Ask about the last four bodies (We upped the score)
Them n*ggas sayin, "Rest in p*ss," but ain't pop nobody (What the f*ck?)
You still a virgin in these streets, boy, you ain't got no bodies (Boy, you ain’t got no bodies)
I like my hoes fresh up out the lot, n*gga, with low mileage (I like that b*tch clean)
I was on they block for a week and ain't see nobody (What?)
We known for putting sh*t straight to sleep, so don't even try me (Grrah)
I just f*cked eight hoes in one week, I know my di*k tired
If y'all job was really killin' n*ggas, then y'all been fired
If a n*gga еver blow at me, then I'm rеturnin' fire (Rrah)
b*tch, you had that weed for some weeks, you need the blowdryer
They said Cali bag goin’ this week, I’m finna go try it
When they drop that new AP, b*tch, I'ma go buy it
If a n*gga reach for somethin’ on me, then he dyin'
Let a n*gga ever think sh*t sweet and we gon' deep fry him (Boom-boom-boom)
Lik ain't standin’ by no microwave, but he keep heat by him (Keep that b*tch on me)
I'm quick to drop the the window on this b*tch, don't even speed by us (Skrrt)
Get out of line, we puttin' holes in head, now he Rasheed Wallace (Rrah)
Me and Acee'll rain this b*tch out until they need dollars
I had to show to show her how to suck di*k on her knees proper (Rookie ho)
.380 with seven in the clip, this b*tch a knees-popper
Rose-gold presi' on my wrist, this b*tch a panty-dropper (Damn)
Boy, this b*tch came with a di*k, he let a tranny pop him (Rrah)
A n*gga slid on my cousin crib, I think my auntie shot him (Haha)
Boy, you and your clique Lil Scrappy, you don't want no problems
Ridin' 'round this b*tch with DJ, we want all the drama
Up the chop, this b*tch'll get to spittin' like a f*ckin' llama (Doo-doo-doo)
The 40 quick to burn a n*gga up like a broken condom (Shh)
b*tch, you know I'm all about my bucks like I play with Giannis (Shh)
Boy, if you ain't ten years in, then you can't sit behind us (Get the f*ck on)
Why the opps keep calling in like, "Can we put this sh*t behind us?
All my n*ggas tired of dyin', b*tch, you know we tired of hidin'
b*tch, I know y'all tired of slidin'," haha
You know I got the sauce, but, n*gga, you can't get the recipe (What?)
Sent him up top with this chop, pus*y rest in peace (Boom-boom-boom)
Keep it on me daily, I can't let no n*gga step on me (Can't no n*gga step on me)
Catch an opp lackin', boy better have that vest on him (Yeah, n*gga)
Think he a demon, I'ma send him where the devil be (He outta here)
Now I bet you f*ckboys learned not to mess with me (b*tch)
Boy, I had to earn my stripes like a referee
I'm somethin' like a charlie horse, ain't no stretchin' me
I know n*ggas out here takin' hits for a pint of green (He gone)
I just made eight in one trip and ain't stack a thing (I ain't stack sh*t)
I just missed a sale for six zips 'cause my phone ain't ring (What the f*ck?)
In the 'burbs trappin' out this b*tch with them birdie things (Brrr, brrr)
Every gram you buy half off, we like Burlington
[Outro]
b*tch, you know what the f*ck goin' on, big 24 sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, I don't even rap, n*gga
Lil' n*gga, I'm doin' sh*t for fun
b*tch