For The Low Part 2 lyrics

[Intro: Lil Bibby]
Goose
I still got what the f*ck you need n*gga
What you sayin?
Hit my phone (Goose with another one)
Hannn, uh

[Chorus: Lil Bibby]
I still got what you need n*gga
Coke, pills or leaves n*gga
I still got what you need n*gga
Coke, pills or leaves n*gga
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, f*ck is you saying, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
I get to the cash
These n*ggas is crafts, they making me laugh
I walk in the mall, grab what I want, put that on my tab
f*ck is you saying, f*ck is you doing, why is you playing
You don’t do what? wait on this porch, call you a cab
My n*ggas be whipping and flipping the dope
Just hit my line I could get you some smoke
They know Lil Bibby got sh*t for the low
I’m out of town, you just hit up my bro
(Hey hold up, how many you want?
I’m finna meet you right there man by that cut on 78th and Kingston)
Young n*gga still serving them J’s
Peyton Manning, I be making them plays
L’s to the grave, remember them days, I’m stuck in my ways
And we got them choppers
Trust me when I say you don’t want them problems
We blow at them oppers, my young n*ggas shotters
You die or you gonna need doctors
[Chorus: Lil Bibby]
I still got what you need n*gga
Coke, pills or leaves n*gga
I still got what you need n*gga
Coke, pills or leaves n*gga
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, f*ck is you saying, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Still keep it real, still counting hundred dollar bills
Still on that weed, never pills
Still probably f*cked your b*tch, let her chill
Still rolling kush after every meal
Still pushing foreign wheels, still tell you how I feel
Be a real ass n*gga, smoking up when I want
The next one I roll gon be bigger
I’m drunk as f*ck off that liquor
Don’t make no mistakes
Sold out my tour now all I want to do is smoke and skate
Wait, the hating only motivate
I got more cash, I hope she got more ass to shake
I’m smoking great, I roll one, don’t procrastinate
I pass the nick, get money at a faster pace
My weed is killer, assassination, sh*t, goddamn!
[Chorus: Lil Bibby]
I still got what you need n*gga
Coke, pills or leaves n*gga
I still got what you need n*gga
Coke, pills or leaves n*gga
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, f*ck is you saying, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Still got them goons, still got them shooters, f*ck is you thanking?
Yea I got plaques on the wall, but still got n*ggas that’ll come and stank you
My dogs do karate, walker, Texas ranger
If I Instagram your b*tch, Imma make her famous
I've been going hard since 2 years old
Juicy J, I be runnin' through these hoes
All these n*ggas got somethin' to say
Till I pull up to the club in the UFO
Dancing in these streets on these brand new Forgiatos
Come and try me, think you slick?
Fully auto full of hollows
f*ck is you hating for, I came from the bottom now I’m making dough
Move out my way and let me make some more
I chase the cash, you chasing hoes
Stupid n*gga wasting all your time tryna spoil that dirty b*tch
And she gon hit up the club tonight and suck a rich n*gga di*k
(Get some money!)
[Chorus: Lil Bibby]
I still got what you need n*gga
Coke, pills or leaves n*gga
I still got what you need n*gga
Coke, pills or leaves n*gga
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, f*ck is you saying, b*tch I’m the man
b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man, b*tch I’m the man