Charlie 2 (Remix)

[Intro: ShooterGang Kony]
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: ShooterGang Kony]
If it's funk, come and see about it, nerds better be about it
Shoot the crowd, check the news, probably read about it
When a sucker die, they gon' ask me to squeeze about it
Here's a tip, nigga, never ever leave without it
Ice on me flooded and my peso pronto
Your daddy is a baller so you start like Lonzo
Glock ten milly got a nose like Gonzo
I don't ever wanna hear another line 'bout Rondo
But this nina on me like I'm Rajon, it's a great bond
Probably flipped a couple of y'all homies, ask Savon
Nigga even twitch, he get flamed, nigga, napalm
So you tryna tell me you ain't get tipped by Trayvon?
Bitch, I keep a yeeky and my mom know it
Told her I'm the nigga in these streets, I might die for it
What's the point in snitching if you still do the time for it
We ain't have shit, but this Glock on me cried for us

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
And them suckers took my brother, I ain't goin' for that
Boy, stop talking like you want us, bitch, you know where we at
Brody bro in the cuts, he just roll in the back
We love to pop out at night, guess I'll roll some Backs
Bitch, this is not that and not this either
And when you book that stu' sesh, better not diss either
I'm giving niggas cold shoulders with this big heater
Bad bitch, she gon' she choose off my dim meter
I been feeling like Tee Grizzley how I'm giving no effort
And yeah, I know a lot of shit but never knowin' no better
And we can play it how you want it, niggas know it's whatever
And boy, you better check your bitch 'cause she got bro in her header
Nigga, you ain't on shit, and your bitch on me
Bitch, King Kong ain't got shit on me
Nigga, I can't even tell you what we did OT
And bro got aim, he'll hit you in your widow's peak, on the gang

[Verse 3: Nef the Pharaoh]
Free Nick, bitch, come suck this clip
I'm Chang Chang, lil' nigga that be Suge-ing on shit
I just left the bakery, I got some Cook in the whip
It's two things I won't do, be broke or a snitch
My hookers really bust dates, you be boyfriend pimping
I'ma tell a ho a lie while you be kissin' them bitches
Not a dumb lacefront but I got an extension
A nigga whip got hit, it was some bodies up in it
Over Kony Ginobili, I fold your brody
Piss on your granny, kill your homie
I'm a shooter, dooter
Somebody lied, I never knew her
House lick, they gon' run through her spot while I do her
When JoJo hit the streets, I got a hundred for him
Niggas don't never be outside, gotta go huntin' for 'em
Rockin' Polo on the hill with my bitch Lauryn
Never had to jot on the mud 'cause my bitch scorin'
And this big chop that I got, it'll rip arms
At this rate, Jake, you ain't safe, you need State Farms
You a pussy, boy, why you try to play that hard?
Up that Glock, make him shh, we had SSR

[Verse 4: Mike Sherm]
First things first, last but not least
Thought he couldn't get touched but I got reach
Real low-key, I ain't tryna be seen
Tryna stay away from rats 'cause a nigga got cheese
Shout out my nigga Kony, all you niggas phony
Bro off a molly, he swear he seen a pony
Bitch tryna cuddle, I ain't tryna get cozy
Bust in a bitch, now I'm finna reload it
Nigga, fuck rap, I'll whip on a promoter
Turn this bitch up when I'm motherfuckin' sober
Fell out with some niggas just for actin' like some cobras
I done did a lot of shit for the culture
You niggas doin' shit for attention
Something like these bitches, only competition
But that ain't my business
Every day my B-day, and every week Christmas, bitch