Kane Pt 2

Aye, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth 'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through You know what the fuck going on, I say 22 Young nigga, with the same pull as a O.G Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out four teeth These niggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi I'm smoking Sherbert and it mix with my cologne Nigga mad 'cause his bitch rapping me when I come on Everybody know that it's cheaper when they home My niggas made me rap, shit I had stopped making songs But I can't stop what I'm doing, they ain't stop making phones Know this lean ain't cool, shit I'll stop it when I'm gone Spent two-thousand on a coat, you in a hoodie looking bold This time last year I was busy on the road Somebody help that nigga out, shit he out here looking lost You can't put a nigga in position, then you not a boss In and out of Neiman Marcus, used to shop at Last Call Put a nigga in a hearse, all it take is one call I can't even shop, shit I'm taking pictures in the mall If it's bout some money then I'm tryna get involved I got years in this jugg, most of this is new to y'all Used to steal hall passes, make sales in the hall Aye, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth 'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through You know what the fuck going on, I serve twenty-two Young nigga, with the same pull as a O.G Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out four teeth These niggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi I ain't hitting nothing like you lil bum niggas Sent a picture of the package told the plug come get it You was scared to jump off the porch, nigga I was with it I been throwing bitches in the garbage, shit ridiculous Riding through the hood smoking cookie with my villains Whole game jugg & finesse for a living Three-five in my wood, it might take a nigga with it At Benihanas off the percs, mad as hell I got to itching You ain't on what I'm on, I ain't fucking with you niggas I might buy up all the drank & leave nothing for you niggas You ain't got no money, you be all up under niggas I'ma be the first to tell you I ain't stressing bout no bitches Just know if I sign, I got a check up out them niggas On my VLONE shit with a choppa in the trenches These hoes love me, but I don't love these bitches No limit when I shop, the price change yo opinion Yeah, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth 'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through You know what the fuck going on, I say Young nigga, with the same pull as a Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out— These niggas ratted out, half of 'em be the police Riding with the— on my— yeah