Yea, Pt. 2

We the ones that get it poppin' in the city, what y'all on Catch that nigga down bad, we gon' bust his fuckin' dome We gon' send his ass home Ayy Ayy Yea, yea, (huh) yea, yea, (what) yea, yea, (ok) yea, yea (Yeah) yeah, ye, (gang) yea, yea, (gang) yea, yea, (montana) yea, (turn me up) yea Yeah, shittin' on my opps, I got em' mad, I got em' pissed off Smokin' dead men, wear they grave so I can piss on em S.K. Corey makin' diss songs, tell them boy come stomp some Chopper tearin' through a nigga block, bitch, I bet it rip some I just snuck my Glock off in the party, finna get it popping You don't never bite about that action, but you always barking Hoes and her bussin' off the molly, shakin' hella ass Baby got the clappers in this bitch and she ain't usin' hands Bitch, it's groovy, hold up, stop the music, bro, I smell some You ain't watch your pussy, bitch, you smell funny Pussy loud as hell, shawty stank it like my weed Sit your ass down and stop that twerkin', baby, please Runnin' trains on these bitches, got em' goin' for the free If you speakin' on that gang, I get your body hit for free And you know who cooked your brother, you put up and not on shit Screamin' out that Beef-shit, that's gon' get your fuckin' taco split Yea, yea, (huh) yea, yea, (what) yea, yea, (ok) yea, yea (Yeah) yeah, ye, (gang) yea, yea, (gang) yea, yea, (montana) yea, (turn me up) yea Yeah, shittin' on my opps, I got em' mad, I got em' pissed off Smokin' dead men, wear they grave so I can piss on em S.K. Corey makin' diss songs, tell them boy come stomp some Chopper tearin' through a nigga block, bitch, I bet it rip some Nah, nah, come here, bitch, I beat it front and back Uh-huh, bitch, start runnin', now I'm pullin' on her train Bop, bop, bop, bop, damn, another opp just died Oh my God, not my baby, now his fuckin' mama crying Bitch, we steppin' like a marching band, it come with a whole lotta boom AR with the titties, if I spray these bitches, shake the room Let's go and cop, if I push the button, this bitch pur on em' Niggas act like bitches every day, where your purse, homie Uh-uh, bitch, we steppin', steppin' heavy Uh-huh, boy, this shit, here gon' get deadly Flrrrd, Ba, Ba, say lil' nigga, where your weapon When I blow this bitch, you better get down or you gon' be headless Yea, yea, (huh) yea, yea, (what) yea, yea, (ok) yea, yea (Yeah) yeah, ye, (gang) yea, yea, (gang) yea, yea, (montana) yea, (turn me up) yea Yeah, shittin' on my opps, I got em' mad, I got em' pissed off Smokin' dead men, wear they grave so I can piss on em S.K. Corey makin' diss songs, tell them boy come stomp some Chopper tearin' through a nigga block, bitch, I bet it rip some What you on? Boy, I'm chillin', I just drunk a pint of wock Now I'm sitting here, stiff as hell, like a motherfuckin' rock Damn it's crazy, he ain't heard about this dude that got popped Whole time it was my opp, then his bm gave up the drop Now she wanna suck on dick, tell that bitch come get some Now she wanna suck on dick, tell that bitch come lick some Huh? what? Bitch, I'm tryna hit something Uhm? what? Bitch, I'm tryna split something