CEO Jizzle, Kato 2x - Step Brothers 2 lyrics

Know she eat the dick, she got dimples, uh
Hard on a bitch, I can pimp her, uh
Every time an opp die, I'ma drop another song
’Cause they call me a rapper, nigga

Every time an opp die, I'ma
Drop another song, uh, 'cause I’m realer
(I'm realer)
I just been fuckin' with killers, uh
(Killers)
If she ain't thick, I ain't hit her, uh
(I ain't hit that)
Know she eat the dick, she got dimples, uh
(She gon' eat it up)
Hard on a bitch, I can pimp her, uh
(I can pimp me a ho)
Neck look like it's Christmas, uh
(Uh, bah bah)
Got shots like bartenders, uh (Go crazy)
Ridin’ in the Benz on spinners
You don’t fuck with me, nigga
You don't fuck with Jizzle, uh
(You don’t fuck with Jizzle)
Every time I save one
Of these pussy-ass niggas
I regret it, we should've just killed him
Uh (Should've killed that bitch)
Washed up-ass nigga, we don't know y’all
Ayy, free them certified members, uh
(Ayy, free Shiesty)
Automatic chopper gon' end 'em
Nigga, we quick to put switches on pistols
Uh (On God) niggas gon' take what?
Like BO said, call backup
(Niggas better call backup)
These pussy niggas gon' make me act up
(Niggas gon' make me act up)
Since then, nigga, I ain't put my jewelry up
(Nigga, I'm outside)
Nigga, I pop outside all black
With the ski mask
Automatic chopper with my jewelry on
(My jewelry on)
Hoppin' on camera, I'ma do a nigga wrong
Nigga got me fucked up, put him on a stone

I'm a gangster, I say it in every song
Nigga play with, I'ma do him wrong ayy, 2
You really gave them niggas too much credit
Niggas can't afford no tombstone
I'm a reaper, I'ma chase a nigga ass home
We ain't squashin' no beef, we can get it on
He lived short, but that bitch started long
Try to take it, I'ma die, kill with it on
You gon' die if a nigga try to take somethin'
Nigga play with BO, I'ma face somethin'
Been slidin' through the
City since eight-somethin'
Don't show me too much, I'ma snake somethin'
I'm a slimy-ass nigga, don't trust me
Got a chopper case a nigga wanna touch me
You gon' die if you ever try to buck me
Young turnt nigga, yeah
Your bitch wanna fuck me (Pull up on me)

Yeah, I'm in the middle
Of Seattle with robbers
And killers and I'm just a rapper, uh
(I'm just a rapper)
Way before I rapped a lyric on the beat, I
Was him, we ain't even
Know nothin' about him, uh
(We ain't even know him)
Which one next? Don't matter, uh
(Don't matter)
We got the sticks for the battle, uh
(For the battle)
Soldier beef, I ain't with the chatter
(I ain't with the chatter)
Pull up on the bus, hop out like Melvin
Leave a nigga short breath like he got asthma
Caught him with his pants down
Why you ain't grab him?
(Why you ain't grab him?)
Nigga go to jail, still die, we stab him
(We shanked his ass up) nigga, I got locked
'posed to drop me an album (On God)
These niggas ain't opposition
(Niggas ain't opp)
Threw a party in my city, not an opp in it
(These niggas bitches)
It was a lot of bad bitches
And some shots in it (yeah, oh yeah)
Had the switch with a Glock in it
(Ayy, what you had on, nigga?)
Givenchy my top, Dior my shoes, nigga
I was fresh as hell
(Nigga, I was fresh as hell)
Yeah, nigga played in this bitch
Cut his head off, sent it in the mail
(Sent it in the mail)
Yeah, 'fore I let a nigga kill me
I'll keep callin' from GlobalTel
(From GlobalTel)
Yeah, been killin' for the nigga
So long, go back, they gon' give me bail
(They gon' give me bail)
Yeah, I had a foreign, nigga, yeah
Before I had my L
I ain't cappin', nigga, yeah, call up, ask L
(Ask him, nigga) i be on some P shit, nigga
She say she like my smell (How you smell?)
Yeah, I smell like a what? Opp pack, bitch
You don't know who it is
(You don't even know who he is)

You don't even know who it is (Hell nah)
You don't even know who got killed (Hell nah)
Hop out, walk down, get close
I bet you nobody live (Everybody gotta go)
You know I'm on it for real (On God)
In the 'yo, I be poppin' these pills
(These Percs)
Bro was him 'fore he got him a deal
He'll take that ice off and get active still
Yup, you know we on it (Duh)
I'm a demon, show me my opponent (Show me my)
Got a chopper that shoot 'til the morning
(What?) get caught, bet I go out like Tony
(Goin' out like Tony)
Gotta go, I'ma take a nigga with me (On God)
Chopper hold sixty, but I put fifty
(Put fifty)
Keep dissin', but I keep on spinnin'
You niggas ain't gangster, y'all bitches
(Y'all some hoes) on God