John gotti 2 lyrics

[Intro]
—debt, now she cannot stop fiendin'
Posted in the trap, I be posted with some demons
Dissing on the gang, now you're having trouble breathing
Fell in love with drugs, I fell in love with this feeling

[Verse 1: Xhris2Eazy]
Focused on the bag, cut her off for no reason
I just bought this L, now I cannot stop cheesin'
Gave that b*tch some debt, now she cannot stop fiendin'
Posted in the trap, I be posted with some demons
Dissing on the gang, now he having trouble breathing
Fell in love with drugs, I fell in love with this feeling
Pulling out this razor, now your mans, he get to squealing
She won't f*ck with me, that b*tch, she know that I'm a villain— villain
Posted in the mansion with your b*tch, we counting up
We be posted smoking loud, we be thumbing through big bucks
Creeping up, on the mountain bushes, we gon' leave you stuck
And we got them dirty drugs and that all black f*cking truck
Now we posted on your block with that all black fit
Posted up on your block, sparking up, we run this sh*t
We gon' cause a scene, we gon' cause a riot in this b*tch
Truey jeans on, B.B. shining on my f*cking hip
I was pulling up, hopping fences, now I gotta dip
We just pulled up to the spot, walking in, I'm high as sh*t
When I'm posted with my gang, you know we be fly as sh*t
And my mans gon' get to bussin', don't be lying in this b*tch
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[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
She just hit my phone, and she asking 'bout some dog food
Chilling in the penthouse, b*tch, we eatin' fondue
Call me late at night, said she need someone to talk to
Blowing, making bags, so she always wanna come through
I don't wanna date, b*tch, I just wanna f*ck you
Infatuated with these bands, I could never love—
And this b*tch in love, she still asking what I'm up— up— up to
Acid Souljah, been a G.O.A.T, I'm the one they love, too
[?] smoking packs
Everyday I live a lil', I just keep on spazzing
If you leave the room, you know that you can't just tap in
I've been getting to the bag, I had to make it happen
In the field, making plays, running like Madden
I don't— I don't understand my b*tch, I think she speaking Latin
In my cellphone, it still lookin' like I be trapping
And I smoke gas until both my lungs collapsing

[Outro]
Smoke
Swag, you know u—