Lyrics Part 2 - YFN Lucci

Part 2

Look
These niggas go off what they heard but see we go off verbs
I tell the truth off in my rhymes they gone 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 said he want smoke they end up in urns
Aye 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 them niggas we gone be straight but them niggas turned
Money over bitches, niggas still ain’t learn
How the fuck you bite the hand that feed you niggas still ain’t learn
Told my bitch that ion want these hoes that shit ain’t good like yours
Bought her Louie bags and Dior Imma go and get if 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 gone get back
Look, brodie hit my dog up twice we got some get back
Heard ya lil dog lost his life and yeen slid back
I got like 10 chains, I done spent like fifty on one pendant
Johnny Dang, I done spent a 60 on a 60
My pro deal cost a 60
What I’m in cost four fifty
And my ear lobe another 60 you’ll think I’m rollin sixties
Ion fuck with you look cause you a person just like bitches
I buy purses for my bitches we buy hearses just for snitches
Yeah, I say throw that boy a 7.62 we don’t throw shade
I say how the fuck you having hoe problems but you so paid
Man I can’t never keep account with all these blue rays
Man these niggas tried to count me out these niggas too lame
Look mad pistols laying 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 Cocaine