Part 2 lyrics

[Intro]
You thought we wasn’t gon‘ do another one
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Look
Arjay On The Beat

[Verse]
Part 2, if you a smart dude, you ain’t gon‘ beef with us
It ain’t sh*t to get your people touched
I ain’t dropped all summer, I gotta heat it up
Hellcat’n on the plug, left him in the dust
I ain’t need no cosign, I got it out the mud
If your doggie ain’t gon‘ up it, he a f*ckin’ scrub
All these b*tches on my di*k, who gon‘ eat it up
Man this Rhino got me stuck, can’t even f*ckin’ nut
Lil pus*y n*gga we ain’t homies, get your b*tch f*cked
Let a n*gga trip, we got more K’s than the Klu-Klux
2 cups, this ain’t lemonade, get your juice up
Pocket full of turtles, all franklins, get your blues up
Who more up than us, who gon‘ f*ck with us
f*ck that Jag truck, pull that Bentley up
n*ggas had to sign a deal to ride foreign
Been had strips, all that scam sh*t got boring
Where da opp ? enchiladas
Tooda got the choppa, n*gga think he Dex Osama
n*ggas know we dropping sh*t, so when they see us
They get bug eyed, and b*tch n*ggas wanna freeze up
b*tches know we popping sh*t, so when they see us
They get bug eyed, they wanna eat that meat up, yeah
Hoes be real nasty on Twitter, then they freeze up
Tried to break that b*tch back, f*cked my knee up
Shut the f*ck up, if you ain’t got a hunnid bands n*gga
If your deal ain’t seven figures, you a fan n*gga
When it comes down to it, it’s ‘bout the bands n*gga
Do my dance n*gga, with my nine in my pants n*gga
And your boyfriend mad, he can’t get in, he acting tough again
We gon‘ let off a whole hunnid shots before he bust again
Them n*ggas ain’t got no rubber bands, so we don’t f*ck with ‘em
Quick to slap a n*gga, b*tch go get your brother and ‘em
And Arjay thought I was gon‘ sing again
I heard these n*ggas out here telling like it’s CNN
b*tch I’m ‘bout to cop a mansion, off this CPN
Spin the block, put him on his period, he bleed again
n*ggas asking about For Real, we finna see again
All in your b*tch phone, yeah it’s me again
Gave your Titi her groove back, she twenty three again
Same n*gga, he gon‘ get robbed tryna preach again
She Hot N Ready, you know Kelly tryna eat again
He said if that b*tch fifteen, then I’m fifteen again
This one for the opps, we finna put ‘em on a tee or sumn
f*ck his baby momma, buy that b*tch a weave or sumthin