First Week Out 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, haha
[?] with this sh*t, like-
I’m the f*cking king of this sh*t, like-
I started this sh*t
You n*ggas-
[?] goofy ass sh*t and sh*t, like-
What the f*ck you n*ggas got going on?
f*ck them em n*ggas

[Verse]
I’ma start this off by saying, lil’ brodie match the gas
I’m finna slide through the 6 and put lil’ 6 on his ass
Hop out on him with the K
If he outside, he get smashed
You know lil’ Fefe wanna be me, he a b*tch and that sh*t sad
Pass the Bibs over here, you know that [?] sh*t got trash
Heard lil’ Kit Kat got his sh*t splat, put that hot sh*t on his ass
Teki lived for a week and then that pus*y n*gga passed
I’m tryna’ catch lil’ what's his name and put his b*tch in the trash
Ain't nobody swang the doe, Bibby got his ass smoked
Foolio yo ass a snitch and lil’ Felix, he a hoe
He keep speakin’ on Ralo, his lil’ b*tch ass gon diе broke
Swang his block a couple times
If thеy ain't out, we swang some more
Smoke that n*gga like a pole
Lil Bibby died, it was a joke
I smoke Teki to the face, I swear to god, he on my soul
Swing the car, then, he gon’ fold
This ray tip knock off yo’ nose
Like [?], you was a b*tch, you let a n*gga take yo’ pole
Run it up, I want all money, just give me new guns
Stomp a n*gga ass out in these f*ckin’ Air Force 1’s
I feel like Teki off this dope, boy, I cannot feel my lungs
Denis boy, yo’ ass broke
You sleep in the trap, boy, you a bum
Wait, hold up, throw the beat up, I think I said something
AR-15 hit his head and leave his f*ckin’ head runnin’
Yo’ lil’ b*tch ass keep on rappin’, you gon’ be a dead dummy
[?]
He tried to duck, his [?]