Teejayx6 - Allah 2 lyrics

(My nigga Lee I think we got another one)

Bust a BOA, for thirty thousand
All my niggas havin' cheers
We sellin' bread with an AR
We sellin' bread with some beers
I'm top smokin' loud
This shit fuckin' with my ears
At my crib in the burbs
I just ran into some deers
Your power steerin' fucked up
You can't even steer
Need somebody to open up a Chase
Call my phone to volunteer
Knock his head off
Like we playin' volleyball
My auntie call my phone like
"Can you sell these Adderalls?"
Was 'bout to put them on the plane
But I don't think he got the balls
Why you run off with my money
You motherfuckin' bastard
I just fucked a bitch 'cause she
Thought that I was Casher
Plus I stole her ID and
She didn't even notice
Kanye, Jay-Z scammed a nigga named Otis
Bought a rocket launcher and
This bitch is atrocious
Got a new rental and this bitch is a Focus
I was bored as hell, back in school
Couldn't even focus
My worker just broke a BOA, gave him a bonus
Bought a profile
And I think it's Nick Jonas
Just 'cause you don't have no weed
Don't try to pass me no till
Fucked her from the back and
Pulled out her ponytail
It was five hundred dollars just
To log-on to Yale
I don't care if you're a bitch
I'll scam a female
Told me that he gettin' money
We know that's a fairy tail
They ask me how I'm doin', bitch
I'm doin' very well
I just caught this nigga ridin'
In an old Impala
It costs to get in the party
And you ain't even got a dollar
One time I scammed a Muslim
And he called me sayin', "Allah!"
Just stole a credit card and
It belonged to my mama
Wrapped a white shirt around my head
Feel like Osama
Told the Jew to send a thousand
And I'ma add two commas bought a fake wig
Now I look like John Stockton
I heard a nigga said he want some beef
Let's get it poppin'
Deposit a fake check inside the bank
That bitch poppin'
Give you 13 on my Glock, imma rock it
You can get rich fuckin'
With the stock market
It's really just my weed
But they think somebody farted
I just slapped the fuck outta my cousin
He retarded he don't fuckin' listen, man
This nigga so stupid
Amiri's, offered Jordans, boy
You look so stupid
I cannot fall in love, bitch, I am not cupid
Feel like Juice WRLD
'cause my dreams so lucid
Runnin' to my old teacher, man
I hate John Lucas tryna lock us up in jail
It's a fucked up institution
I'm tryna quit doin' fraud and
Just focus on my music but man
I swear that shit ain't as
Fuckin' easy as it sounds
Was tryna make a rap song but
Nigga called for a pound

Hello? yeah
Lemme get a pound alright where you
At? Shit, I'm on 7 Road alright
Here I come for sure

And you really think that I was
'bout to turn that shit down?
I just pulled up on my bitch like
"Come outside now"

What's good? Hello come your ass outside