Bt N***a 2

(Yea)
(Hey)
In my whip it be the bands and the Racks (huh)
She want a nigga to come over so I Can just beat up her back

I'm smoking on her nigga pack she Still gon offer the cat
I was just broke Now i got the racks
Keep it right wimme I'm never gon Lack

Ha Ha Ha I'm smoking
Gas
You niggas tra
You niggas be trash it's mad I be with Your ho
I'm making her splash I be in My whip the foreign it dash
I'm Talking to God I'm praying I don't Crash
While you stuck there praying for a Check (huh)

I'll be at the jeweler putting ice on My neck

Tell me watchu want watchu trana do
You could bring your crew nigga cool

(Yea)
(Huh)

I gotta big bag my money could never Be flat
She got a big ole booty and she Running track and she got the yea

She got the wet wet wet wet huh

She got wet wet wet wet on ha
I got the yea blick yea blick uh
He want my swag I got the swag Swag don't I

(Yea)

I got the bag bag bag bag don't I
I got sum bad bad bad hoes don't I

I really got it

And I hit a nigga with the rocket he Was wondering how he gon stop it
Call me over she want me to chop it
I can't fit all the bands in my pocket
And she tried to play me but I knew
So had to go run up my blues she Want me to buy her some boobs
And A new booty but I told her (uggh) You can gone wit all that

He cippity cippity cap we taking that Boy off the map
And she love how I beat up her back
That boy a dummy he doing the Crack (uggh)
(Hey)