"Sleep Walking Pt.2" lyrics
(feat. CosaNostra Kidd)
Man, these niggas be lying
All my lines come from the LB, man, I swear these nigga be lying
They gon' mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm all the time
Who in the fuck is y'all niggas killing? 'Cause y'all niggas keep on dying
Y'all lil niggas ain't got no money, y'all went in on a three-five
Who in the fuck do y'all be killing? 'Cause y'all niggas keep on dying
Lil' nigga think he got some drip, he ain't never even been to Revive
Jokes up, you niggas be lyin'
Headshot had his OG cryin'
Nigga, my 'Cat so fast, every time I hit that gas, that bitch gon' slide
Nigga, my cup so dirty, with every sip I'm gettin' high
Nigga, I ain't ever had to write no song, but you do 'cause you lying
We at your dome now, boy, stop lying
We at your door now, boy, surprise
Smoove gon' pass me my jersey, it's the new member of the Franchise
Took off the cap and put that bitch back 'cause these young niggas be lying
In Beverly Hills at the ATM, it just spit me out like a five
I am the shit, I ain't even dropped a hit, why am I getting followed by flies?
Uh, we pull up and roll down the window with Glizzies, them niggas lookin' surprised
Pour up a four, that's a lava lamp, lil' nigga, you just drop up a line
I'm kickin' my feet up, smokin' your re-up, everyday just gettin' high
We ballin like NBA Jam, me, Ju, and Smoove the new NBA Live
Ten new bowls of the Shark, I'm sippin' on Wock', you sippin' on Par
SRT my car, it go "Vroom vroom" when it start
We ain't even gotta go far, you could just give me head in my car
Yeah, I don't even play them games, it's a FN, you won't get far
Huh, you know we rep that basketball
Your chain SI, it don't dance at all
You know they don't need no money, they do it off love, they'll come and kill all of y'all
I could have like four hundred pints of Wock' and won't sell none at all
Nigga, I'm so high, walkin' on my marble, I might slip and fall
Two new doctors in Michigan, you know we gotta max 'em out
Six pieces in my Louis pouch, you know I'm finna cash 'em out
Old ass nigga still broke as hell, your age, I got the cash amount
Nigga said he had some beef with us and died trying to chase some clout
Real prince in my hood like Brian in the O, lil' nigga, I'm good
I know your blunts ain't this big, cough too much when you hit my 'Wood
No, we don't want features 'cause you cappin' in your hooks
No, I can not teach you how to scam, go read a book
No, I can not
Yeah, yeah, that boy back
Come say something real quick, come say something real quick
That's how we coming, and we gon' keep it going like that
Fuck is you talking 'bout? That shit is approved, twin, go on
Fuck is they talking 'bout?
It's on
F
All my lines come from the LB, man, I swear these nigga be lying
They gon' mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm all the time
Who in the fuck is y'all niggas killing? 'Cause y'all niggas keep on dying
Y'all lil niggas ain't got no money, y'all went in on a three-five
Who in the fuck do y'all be killing? 'Cause y'all niggas keep on dying
Lil' nigga think he got some drip, he ain't never even been to Revive
Jokes up, you niggas be lyin'
Headshot had his OG cryin'
Nigga, my 'Cat so fast, every time I hit that gas, that bitch gon' slide
Nigga, my cup so dirty, with every sip I'm gettin' high
Nigga, I ain't ever had to write no song, but you do 'cause you lying
We at your dome now, boy, stop lying
We at your door now, boy, surprise
Smoove gon' pass me my jersey, it's the new member of the Franchise
Took off the cap and put that bitch back 'cause these young niggas be lying
In Beverly Hills at the ATM, it just spit me out like a five
I am the shit, I ain't even dropped a hit, why am I getting followed by flies?
Uh, we pull up and roll down the window with Glizzies, them niggas lookin' surprised
Pour up a four, that's a lava lamp, lil' nigga, you just drop up a line
I'm kickin' my feet up, smokin' your re-up, everyday just gettin' high
We ballin like NBA Jam, me, Ju, and Smoove the new NBA Live
Ten new bowls of the Shark, I'm sippin' on Wock', you sippin' on Par
SRT my car, it go "Vroom vroom" when it start
We ain't even gotta go far, you could just give me head in my car
Yeah, I don't even play them games, it's a FN, you won't get far
Huh, you know we rep that basketball
Your chain SI, it don't dance at all
You know they don't need no money, they do it off love, they'll come and kill all of y'all
I could have like four hundred pints of Wock' and won't sell none at all
Nigga, I'm so high, walkin' on my marble, I might slip and fall
Two new doctors in Michigan, you know we gotta max 'em out
Six pieces in my Louis pouch, you know I'm finna cash 'em out
Old ass nigga still broke as hell, your age, I got the cash amount
Nigga said he had some beef with us and died trying to chase some clout
Real prince in my hood like Brian in the O, lil' nigga, I'm good
I know your blunts ain't this big, cough too much when you hit my 'Wood
No, we don't want features 'cause you cappin' in your hooks
No, I can not teach you how to scam, go read a book
No, I can not
Yeah, yeah, that boy back
Come say something real quick, come say something real quick
That's how we coming, and we gon' keep it going like that
Fuck is you talking 'bout? That shit is approved, twin, go on
Fuck is they talking 'bout?
It's on
F
Writer(s): Ozro Graham
