XXL - XXL Freshmen 2018 Cypher - Part 2 (feat. wifisfuneral, Stefflon Don, YBN Nahmir) lyrics

Ayy, huh, huh, ayy, ayy, haha ayy, gang

Not really with talking
Not really with sparking
These bullets be coming through brick house
A nigga gon' shoot and then try to run
Like hollow tips won't blow his back out
You go through the back
You get hit with this MAC
Lil bro said "We emptying this bitch out"
If they acting froze, then we upping poles
Lil bro said "We clearing this bitch out"
I just hit a stain and I'm in my lane
So please do not tweak with the gang
This 40 go bang, it's hitting your brain
Don't breathe or you won't feel the pain
I'm still on the block
With thirties and Glocks
Whenever I'm not in LA
A nigga gon' speak on Lil
Valley and wanna beef
So he gets shot in the face
Still on the block every day, tote Glock
Those black AK's
Came off of Flock, AK, the plug got four AK's
You know I might buy that
Turn a block in to a whole pack
Take you down for them racks
If you down we need that
Ain't no nigga made me run
Even if they had a gun
I was out here shooting shit for fun
RIP that nigga Pun
And girl punching on a mac
Lil man he push a nigga back
Glizz, you know I keep a strap, ah
I'll put us on the map, bitch
Ayy, I said I'll put us on the map
If a nigga talking crazy
Glizzy finna knock 'em back
I ain't really with that talking
Yeah, I'm finna grab that strap
If you ain't finna grab that strap
Glizzy gon' push 'em back, ayy

E, honeycomb bee no queen, I'm a goddess
I'm a certified G, D
Say it like you ready for the D
If you're all about your money
Then you're all about me
Just know, East Side we don't say "sho'"
'Cause it's real out here
We got the tea though
Oh, Clapton breddas on toes
Look out for paigons shoot at the po-po
Gun too cold like snowman
Hyal drop my paper like postman
I make gyal run like roadman if
My money coming short like Konan
Watch when I pull up, pull up then dip
Gyal get lift up like she pon dick
If gyal hiccup, finger nah hitch
Gyal get wet up like she just pissed
Nuff girl talk but it don't do shit
When they see me pon road
Dem girl there just scram
Don't think 'cause I've got P I'm shook
They will get shot like a hundred grams
Gun too cold like snowman
'cause I drop my paper like postman
I make gyal run like roadman if
My money come short like Konan

Ay, yuh, ay, ay, yuh, yuh, okay like
Hate me, they hate me, ayy, ayy
Gun off safety, protect your chest
You can't save, you feel, ayy
I'm blazed in like hollow tips
Yo' girl deserve a swallow ship
Ash Ketchum, I guess she gon' polish this
Okay, back from the dead
Smoking thrax in my bed
It's that young boy who don't care
9 shots popped up in the air
I'm gon' ride, I don't care, wait
Bend her like a pretzel
Take her soul then get
To dippin' like, bitch, i'm chopped up
I'm not slopped up and this
Pimp C bumping heavy
Hold up mama for the blade
Looks like I'm ready for takeoff
Can't see legs my space
Now, diamonds outer space, wow
Vanilla interior Chevy Impala
Up on my way now
Had that bitch to end on some
24s like check my spacecraft
Treat this rap shit just like it's a jugg
There's only one spot, I gotta take it now
If I die today
Then I'm the best that ever made it now
Man, you can't do this shit
You get that pressure
You gon' fade around, you can't do this shit
You get that pressure
You gon' fade around like-