Part 2

Uh, Suave

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Long live Nut forever

You know the good die young, ****

Uh, look, uh, uh

These **** 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 **** standin' on cars, see we stand on words

My patna begging for a body, my ****, my nerve

The same **** 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 **** that I can't unlearn

I told these **** we gon' be straight but them **** turned

Money over bitches, **** still ain't learn

How the fuck you bite the hand that feed you? **** 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 **** 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 **** tried to count me out, these **** too lame

Look mad pistols layin' around my house, I wish they would play

Wish you opp **** in real life, we don't do games

We take pain medicine everyday, we been through pain

Quick to blow a **** shit off Johnny Coltrane