Sanguine Paradise 2

Yeah, she hit me up on a iPhone She tell me that she wanna f*ck with me So I turn her right into my hoe We got 50 bands in the Tahoe So if a nigga play, we gon' get him gone Like I'm LBJ goin' for the throne And it's f*ck life, cause a nigga thrown I got the game on lock, oh yeah Tryna get rich, okay She wanna come and f*ck with me I know it's for the dough All these bitches on my body I can't get them off But I call only one my shawty Now they fuckin' mad Got a chopper on my side with a Glock 19 Leave him stuck in the past These niggas want some smoke But they too damn broke to put money on me And I hit it from the back when I pull on her tracks And it get so high in the sky, off thrax Baby, hit my line, Ima hit you right back If I shoot my shot, then you know its all net ah Got no time to be beefin' with broke niggas Cause I know I be fried A lot of these people, they sayin' they love me But I know these motherfuckers lying You can't look me in my eyes And tell me you a rider But these diamonds on my neck It got you so excited Why these lil' niggas want some beef with me And I don't know If my trigger finger itchy, I'ma let it spaz If he tryna run, hit him in his back These little niggas got me fucked up I'ma bounce back and get his ass We gon' leave him outside Rap on this bitch like I'm uzi Open a za and smell like a pooted If you pull up on me and gang, you know we shooting If little mash at the party, you know it's exclusive These niggas, they fakin', they don't got no motion I came from the bottom while whippin' the potion Me and my brothers, we cappin' a lot And them niggas, some demons, they drill on the spot Why is you capping about niggas that's dead If they was alive, they'll fill you with led You lying on bodies, you don't even got Can't wait till we catch who be smokin' that pack I don't like disrespectin' niggas Cause I get out my body, I pull the trigger And you know how I move cause I'm presidential And I'm keepin' this shit so confidential I got different colors on my Glock I can't even see the target Got a AP on my wrist When I got the money, then I copped it Stars up in the royce When she got in, she done lost her mind I just skeeted in her face She went home and told a lie I just skirted off the lot If I want somethin', then I got it Smokin' all this za Got me up there with God We the ones that be fried Y'all the ones that be dyin Lil' boogie on top I ain't never finna flop Got the opp pack, fill it up with the OG I be high as hell, thinking bout life While these bad bitches, they be touchin' me I'ma crash out, sayin' f*ck life We got 20 mags with the 5 pipes If you cross us, better think twice Cause these pussy niggas never die twice Let me explain it to you You see your opps in the distance Shorty ass get the shiverin He don't got no pipe, he a dead man Foenem saw them, then they had to run him down Shorty tripped and fell Then they out the Glock with 100 rounds uhh