"LLMyGuyz, Pt. 2" lyrics
(feat. mixed matches)
Who he think he is?
I got some niggas that gone, bitch, I got some niggas I miss
Double back on that block, in the trenches
Double back in that block with the Smith n'
Shoot at that lil nigga, at the brain, it hurt
Shoot through the ear for not listening
I used to be broke, I used to cry and shit
Real Murda Worth shit, I'm in it to win it nigga
Shoot at his top bet it finish it, nigga
K-K-K, lynch 'em, nigga
My niggas dead you won't be with 'em, nigga
Broke ass opp you gon be with that nigga
I'm balling out like, "Okay, See?"
My eyes low, but hey it's me
We shootin' shit down from A - Z
I'm in the foreign, and that bitch taking 93
I'm smoking bud, this shit 93
She wanna fuck, she say she fond of me
Broke my heart, bitch, I'm fucking fine off honestly
I got money, more than what his partner see
Put 'em on Fox he ain't got no more privacy
She eat the dick up, (it's) a Top Kid Policy!
Going broke, that's an anomaly
Who he think he is?
Top Kid take care of his kids
Pull off with your bitch, I got 'W Rizz'
Seen a nigga dead in his face, same place as OGs raised him
I seen a nigga dead in my face, the first place my OGs raised me
Seen a nigga one day, next day: then you see his vigil up
There ain't a day where I'm praying for Cujo, niggas just wan' get rid of us
I miss my Twin Brother
City too hot, can't visit my momma no more
Dora Exploring, bullets found him then he vámonos
If I love you then just know I miss you
If I got love for you, nigga, then know I'm with you
If a bitch have my kids, I won't forget you
I be crying on my knees like, "God Why..."
She wanna fuck me 'cause of my steeze, I'm be like "Baby, try it"
If I am out on the road next to me, I'm right
ELA and 'Lani, fuck am I picking sides for?
Called him out, he got clapped out, now, what he die for?
Baby, you can't help but lie
Baby, you can't help but cry for us
Baby, I can't help but try
Tell me baby, can you try for us?
I got some niggas that gone, bitch, I got some niggas I miss
Double back on that block, in the trenches
Double back in that block with the Smith n'
Shoot at that lil nigga, at the brain, it hurt
Shoot through the ear for not listening
I used to be broke, I used to cry and shit
Real Murda Worth shit, I'm in it to win it nigga
Shoot at his top bet it finish it, nigga
K-K-K, lynch 'em, nigga
My niggas dead you won't be with 'em, nigga
Broke ass opp you gon be with that nigga
I'm balling out like, "Okay, See?"
My eyes low, but hey it's me
We shootin' shit down from A - Z
I'm in the foreign, and that bitch taking 93
I'm smoking bud, this shit 93
She wanna fuck, she say she fond of me
Broke my heart, bitch, I'm fucking fine off honestly
I got money, more than what his partner see
Put 'em on Fox he ain't got no more privacy
She eat the dick up, (it's) a Top Kid Policy!
Going broke, that's an anomaly
Who he think he is?
Top Kid take care of his kids
Pull off with your bitch, I got 'W Rizz'
Seen a nigga dead in his face, same place as OGs raised him
I seen a nigga dead in my face, the first place my OGs raised me
Seen a nigga one day, next day: then you see his vigil up
There ain't a day where I'm praying for Cujo, niggas just wan' get rid of us
I miss my Twin Brother
City too hot, can't visit my momma no more
Dora Exploring, bullets found him then he vámonos
If I love you then just know I miss you
If I got love for you, nigga, then know I'm with you
If a bitch have my kids, I won't forget you
I be crying on my knees like, "God Why..."
She wanna fuck me 'cause of my steeze, I'm be like "Baby, try it"
If I am out on the road next to me, I'm right
ELA and 'Lani, fuck am I picking sides for?
Called him out, he got clapped out, now, what he die for?
Baby, you can't help but lie
Baby, you can't help but cry for us
Baby, I can't help but try
Tell me baby, can you try for us?
