"Who You Touch Pt. 2" lyrics
Sha EK & Bandmanrill Lyrics
(feat. Trippie Redd)
(Ayy, JK, hold on)
(EMRLD)
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
When I walk, gotta walk with the grip
They tryna kill me, so I got the blick
Who we smokin'? Nigga, that's a—
Who we smokin'? We smokin' on—
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, gang, gang, gang
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on—
Who we smokin'? We smokin' on—
OGz the fuck up
Fuck it, now we be smokin' on—
Don't run
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Every day, I'ma walk with my grip
They tryna kill me, gotta keep a blick
Who I'm smokin'? I'm smokin' on—
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on—
When we upped it, had them runnin', Rick
Shit crazy, I done seen real niggas switch
Manrill my brother since I was a jit
Chico came home tryna fuck on your bitch
I'ma throw up the O even when I get rich
On gang, y'all niggas pussy
I can't go out like Naz, I can't let niggas book me
Chico came home tryna fuck on your bitch
I'ma throw up the O even when I get rich
On gang (Ayy), y'all niggas pussy (Look)
I can't go out like Naz, I can't let niggas book me (Hold on, look, wait)
Can't go, can't let niggas pluck me
How that's your bitch and that bitch wanna fuck me?
On the ground, giving the yuckies
Glad I made it, I'm knowin' I'm lucky
Wait, know that I keep me a gunny
He played, one to the tummy
My bro stupid, he go dummy
I'm not cupid, you can't love me
Wait, who he touch? He ain't do shit
Mabo, he got chops and clips
On bro, he tryna flip that whip
If they play, my bro gon' up that score
She got her neck up, don't wanna fuck
Get to the cheddar, keep you a gun
This big Beretta make a nigga run
All this money comin' by the ton
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Every day, I'ma walk with my grip
They tryna kill me, gotta keep a blick
Who I'm smokin'? I'm smokin' on—
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on—
When we upped it, had them runnin', Rick
Shit crazy, I done seen real niggas switch
Manrill my brother since I was a jit
With my brother, we smokin' on shit
Ride with that Glock, takin' that risk
Smokin' on— ah, got caught without blick
Can't play with the gang, bro, get a grip
That nigga the opps, put a knife in his ribs
Send a kite to his crib, gang kick in the door
Why your wife got my dick in her throat?
Movie, I don't need no remote
Gang shit, you know how we rock
Right now, I got a girl on my side
And you know that I'm reppin' the five
And you know you gotta add a lil' knot
And you know not to play with my name
Catch you in traffic, KIA
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Chopper on my side, I'ma use that bitch
You and pussy just one and the same (Same)
If I leave, I'll go out with a bang
You know me, I'm just T, I'm just—
You know me, I'm just T with the flame
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Every day, I'ma walk with my grip
They tryna kill me, gotta keep a blick
Who I'm smokin'? I'm smokin' on—
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on—
When we upped it, had them runnin', Rick
Shit crazy, I done seen real niggas switch
Manrill my brother since I was a jit
(EMRLD)
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
When I walk, gotta walk with the grip
They tryna kill me, so I got the blick
Who we smokin'? Nigga, that's a—
Who we smokin'? We smokin' on—
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, gang, gang, gang
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on—
Who we smokin'? We smokin' on—
OGz the fuck up
Fuck it, now we be smokin' on—
Don't run
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Every day, I'ma walk with my grip
They tryna kill me, gotta keep a blick
Who I'm smokin'? I'm smokin' on—
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on—
When we upped it, had them runnin', Rick
Shit crazy, I done seen real niggas switch
Manrill my brother since I was a jit
Chico came home tryna fuck on your bitch
I'ma throw up the O even when I get rich
On gang, y'all niggas pussy
I can't go out like Naz, I can't let niggas book me
Chico came home tryna fuck on your bitch
I'ma throw up the O even when I get rich
On gang (Ayy), y'all niggas pussy (Look)
I can't go out like Naz, I can't let niggas book me (Hold on, look, wait)
Can't go, can't let niggas pluck me
How that's your bitch and that bitch wanna fuck me?
On the ground, giving the yuckies
Glad I made it, I'm knowin' I'm lucky
Wait, know that I keep me a gunny
He played, one to the tummy
My bro stupid, he go dummy
I'm not cupid, you can't love me
Wait, who he touch? He ain't do shit
Mabo, he got chops and clips
On bro, he tryna flip that whip
If they play, my bro gon' up that score
She got her neck up, don't wanna fuck
Get to the cheddar, keep you a gun
This big Beretta make a nigga run
All this money comin' by the ton
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Every day, I'ma walk with my grip
They tryna kill me, gotta keep a blick
Who I'm smokin'? I'm smokin' on—
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on—
When we upped it, had them runnin', Rick
Shit crazy, I done seen real niggas switch
Manrill my brother since I was a jit
With my brother, we smokin' on shit
Ride with that Glock, takin' that risk
Smokin' on— ah, got caught without blick
Can't play with the gang, bro, get a grip
That nigga the opps, put a knife in his ribs
Send a kite to his crib, gang kick in the door
Why your wife got my dick in her throat?
Movie, I don't need no remote
Gang shit, you know how we rock
Right now, I got a girl on my side
And you know that I'm reppin' the five
And you know you gotta add a lil' knot
And you know not to play with my name
Catch you in traffic, KIA
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Chopper on my side, I'ma use that bitch
You and pussy just one and the same (Same)
If I leave, I'll go out with a bang
You know me, I'm just T, I'm just—
You know me, I'm just T with the flame
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Every day, I'ma walk with my grip
They tryna kill me, gotta keep a blick
Who I'm smokin'? I'm smokin' on—
Fuck it, now we gon' smoke on—
When we upped it, had them runnin', Rick
Shit crazy, I done seen real niggas switch
Manrill my brother since I was a jit
