Wet Em Up Pt. 2

Yeah Turn me up a lil' bit Let's roll Ayy, ooh, ooh (No, no) (Great John on the beat, by the way) Yeah, yeah First nigga play, I bet he die Bet he get left up in the sky (Left up in the sky) Niggas been hatin', wonder why? I been just lettin' bullets fly (Lettin' bullets fly) Heard niggas talkin' on the book They don't wan' see us, Smelly Drive (See a homicide) Heard niggas talkin' on the book They don't wanna see a homicide We gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up I don't talk much through the cellular (No, no) Been in that field thumbin' through drills Shit ain't 'bout nothin', that's regular And I been on that time, ain't no lettin' up Don't you think 'cause my paper been gettin' up I won't drill a nigga (Grr) I'll still drill a nigga, maybe kill a nigga, bitch 40 go dumb, I gave my lil' bro a drum (What else?) Nigga, you dumb, caught him, he ain't have his gun I'm gettin' paper, ain't got time for niggas That's just what they want I don't mean swingin' when I say that MAC leave a nigga swung Bro caught a body, he red No cameras on him, so he might just beat it And niggas don't tell on the stand Hope niggas don't tell on the stand All these opp niggas really be fans (Fans) She stay on my dick, I know they mad Tjay been gettin' the bands Dummy, I had me a plan, try me, get blammed R.I.P. the guys, free the guys If he disrespect, then he should die He ain't gettin' to the money, he a liar Huh, throw the threes up in the sky I put in pain Any who want it, you know they get it, for the gang Act like you want it, then you could get it, look Run up the numbers and move like a running back, huh You know we run up them numbers, so baby talk money, we into that, huh You know we run up them numbers, so baby talk money, we into that (You know we run up them numbers, baby, uh, uh) Uh, look, we put the whole city on the map Look, whole city on my back Two or three hoes with me, couple bros with me They gon' go for me, that's a fact Pop out, we on timin', huh, yeah, we on timin' Ask my opps, bet they gon' lie Ridin' 'round the block with a big ol' nine We don't get shiggy, nah We never get shiggy Back out chops, niggas gettin' busy Roll up the pack, niggas gettin' slizzy I ain't with your sis, probably with your bitty Ooh, and I get love in my city Ooh, but ain't no love in my city Pull up, you catch a slug, on my mama I gotta wet 'em up, that's a problem I gotta do it, huh, huh Run up that bag, know I'm gettin' to it Ooh, she wanna do it She wanna fuck to my music No Corona, boy, I'm too sick I just been coppin' all this new drip Hold on, huh, wait, huh She want Chanel, I just wanna hit Name ring bells all up on your strip Toilet gang, nigga, I'm the shit, huh (Said toilet gang, nigga, I'm the shit, uh) (Toilet gang, nigga, I'm the shit) First nigga play, I bet he die Bet he get left up in the sky (Left up in the sky) Niggas been hatin', wonder why? I been just lettin' bullets fly (Lettin' bullets fly) Heard niggas talkin' on the book They don't wan' see us, Smelly Drive (See a homicide) Heard niggas talkin' on the book They don't wanna see a homicide We gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up I don't talk much through the cellular (No, no) Been in that field thumbin' through drills Shit ain't 'bout nothin', that's regular And I been on that time, ain't no lettin' up Don't you think 'cause my paper been gettin' up I won't drill a nigga (Grr) I'll still drill a nigga, maybe kill a nigga, bitch