You thought we wasn’t gon‘ do another one
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Look
Arjay On The Beat
Part 2, if you a smart dude, you ain’t gon‘ beef with us
It ain’t shit 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 fuckin’ scrub
All these bitches on my dick, who gon‘ eat it up
Man this Rhino got me stuck, can’t even fuckin’ nut
Lil pussy nigga we ain’t homies, get your bitch fucked
Let a nigga 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‘ fuck with us
Fuck that Jag truck, pull that Bentley up
Niggas had to sign a deal to ride foreign
Been had strips, all that scam shit got boring
Where da opp ? enchiladas
Tooda got the choppa, nigga think he Dex Osama
Niggas know we dropping shit, so when they see us
They get bug eyed, and bitch niggas wanna freeze up
Bitches know we popping shit, 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 bitch back, fucked my knee up
Shut the fuck up, if you ain’t got a hunnid bands nigga
If your deal ain’t seven figures, you a fan nigga
When it comes down to it, it’s ‘bout the bands nigga
Do my dance nigga, with my nine in my pants nigga
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 niggas ain’t got no rubber bands, so we don’t fuck with ‘em
Quick to slap a nigga, bitch go get your brother and ‘em
And Arjay thought I was gon‘ sing again
I heard these niggas out here telling like it’s CNN
Bitch I’m ‘bout to cop a mansion, off this CPN
Spin the block, put him on his period, he bleed again
Niggas asking about For Real, we finna see again
All in your bitch phone, yeah it’s me again
Gave your Titi her groove back, she twenty three again
Same nigga, he gon‘ get robbed tryna preach again
She Hot N Ready, you know Kelly tryna eat again
He said if that bitch fifteen, then I’m fifteen again
This one for the opps, we finna put ‘em on a tee or sumn
Fuck his baby momma, buy that bitch a weave or sumthin
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