listen up, pt. 2

, cash, beatsbylucas, ofb way, gun way, gang way, get right or get left, woi, woi, i'm tryna grab man, nap man and attack man, carry my man on my shoulder like a boombox, slap man in a black van, i guess i'm too tapped, don't mad man, it gets all peak when i swing my black hand, i've seen big men turn jello, crash the rental and hold corn from this hand can, sj, i'm known as a bad man, zt ain't safe in the nine after nine, that's why the niners still hiding, my whole squads on riding, me, i'm on sliding, long samurai like a viking, ab kept driving, me, i would've knifed him, hear the opp boys just typin', you know gang-gangs ridin', need me a python, or i'll fist him up like tyson, yeah, i'm young it's fun, man live it, man kill it, no sweets in the mash, man fill it, you want smoke with the gang? come, bring it, best drill it, don't miss when you shoot, are you kidding?, don't miss when you shoot, are you kidding?, in the back of this x3 ding-dong skidding, so bro's angry, he got them bibbing, devilish thoughts when i see them tripping, listen up, in the rain,32 in my coat, i saw him freeze up when i back this smoke, nowadays everyone's beefing the o, but it's calm, we still got smoke for domes, aim up high, dump off or blow, het poked, my 15 garn' rip through clothes, get touched, no hope, get rich, not broke, for the opps, this beef can't hold, and what's this mans seen on udn?, another nine boy tryna send for the gang, oh shit, he ain't rid for his friend, i said he don't do that again, this west ting tryna line them up, i guess everything's fucked if i rise it up, on the nine block, made star 9 buss, get touched, no way can that boy try duss, this long nose can't fit in my coat, half it, half it 'till it fits in proper, this bruck back come big like a chopper, we burn our garms and hit foot locker, rise it up, tryna spot me an opper, my bro could've made it playing soccer, my head back still criss like tucker, circle the nine tryna ching up a fucker, ching him up, head straight to the blocka, step on the gas, lay low from a chopper, drive thru', i ain't buying a whopper, i'm doing this drill with bro, he a shotter,38 lead, come taste this copper, chest shot, head shot, do up a sucker, this rambo slides in like butter, the nine where we go to juice this cutter, i'm tryna grab man, nap man and attack man, carry my man on my shoulder like a boombox, slap man in a black van, i guess i'm too tapped, don't mad man, it gets all peak when i swing my black hand, i've seen big men turn jello, crash the rental and hold corn from this hand can, sj, i'm known as a bad man, zt ain't safe in the nine after nine, that's why the niners still hiding, my whole squads on riding, me, i'm on sliding, long samurai like a viking, ab kept driving, me, i would've knifed him, hear the opp boys just typin', you know gang-gangs ridin', need me a python, or i'll fist him up like tyson