YFN Lucci — Part 2

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Uh, Suave
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Long live Nut forever
You know the good die young, nigga
Uh, look, uh, uh

These niggas go off what they heard but see we go off verbs
I tell the truth off in my rhymes they gon’ feel every word
These pussy niggas standin’ on cars, see we stand on words
My patna begging for a body, my nigga, my nerve
The same nigga say he want smoke they end up in urns
Ayy, you know death come in three, bitch, just wait yo turn
I learned some shit ’bout these niggas that I can’t unlearn
I told these niggas we gon’ be straight but thеm niggas turned
Money over bitchеs, niggas still ain’t learn
How the fuck you bite the hand that feed you? Niggas still ain’t learn
Told my bitch that I’on want these hoes they shit ain’t good like yours
Bought her Louis bags and Dior, I’ma go and get it for her
She love that, hood nigga with good intentions, them hoes love that
Fuck that money up and got it back, them hoes love that
If I ever leave, I’m coming back, you better know that
Look, I was just tripping, I wasn’t gon’ get back
Look, brodie hit my dawg up twice, we gots to get back
Heard ya lil’ dawg lost his life and he ain’t slid that
I got like 10 chains, I done spent like 50 on one pendant, uh
Johnny Dang, I done spent a 60 on a 60, my veneer cost a 60
What I’m in cost 450 and my ear lobe another 60
You would think I’m Rollin’ Sixties
‘Cause I’on fuck with you, look, ’cause you rock purses just like bitches
I buy purses for my bitches, we buy hearses, yeah, for snitches
Yeah, I say throw that boy a 7.62, we don’t throw shade
I say how the fuck you having ho problems but you so paid?
Man, I can’t never keep account with all these blue ray
Man these niggas tried to count me out, these niggas too lame
Look mad pistols layin’ around my house, I wish they would play
Wish you opp niggas in real life, we don’t do games
We take pain medicine everyday, we been through pain
Quick to blow a nigga shit off Johnny Coltrane