End of Playboi Carti Part. 2

[Part 1]

[Verse 1: BloodHound Lil Jeff]
Draco kickbox
Knock a nigga right out his socks
Give him 13 shots, out the Glock free hot
Can't stop, won't stop, time to see a nigga drop
Call him and his man, set they ass up top
Niggas scared to get up close, turn the truth down the block
Rest the piss, fuck all my opps
Hot speed too fast, won't catch this cop
Snitch, can't niggas work with the cops?
Gen 5, this a brand new Glock
Fully out on the back with yo ass in the box
If you tweakin, see yo ass up top
All my old friends turn to opps
Touch niggas all down they block
Won't let a nigga take me out my spot
So much they impression that he wishin' to stop
He a bitch, he a hoe, never caught nobody
Two hands plus more, tryna count my bodies
Shoot a nigga in his face, tryna act like he Rocky
Boot up off a exit, then a pink Roxy
Red light, mean go, ain't shit
Gon' stop me
Step back, then blow James Harden with the Rocky
Heard his name was Za, smoke his ass like exotic
Still do it for the Trins, still a post on cottage
Pop out broad day, give it for a cool watch
On my way back to Liz, finna go head shoppin'

[Verse 2: Lil Scoom89]
We all got Glocks, one had that but all got shot
I scratch off, I can't get boxed, gon' blow my gun and aim my opps
Face shot from Drake, the switch hat
Ate him up D-O-A, he left on Fox
I kicked that bitch right to the curb, she asked me why she can't suck cock
For that bag, his ass got droppas, rollin' on, laugh
His ass got croc
Bell out with switch, lil' jump got choppas, real headshot game, we tap on tops
Free G-Shock up out that cell, S-I-T straight, he treat the cops
And I know foenem, got my back, blood spilled to Raq
If I get locked
Say I'm her boo, bitch, no I'm not
Blow my pipe and we ain't gon' box
This AIP, knock off shoes and socks
Hell, we the type to put shit on spot
Call my phone cuz I ain't textin'
Back, then text me, bitch, you block
We can pull up to your crib and come right in and ain't gon' knock
Duck, duck, goose, we lookin' for hands to tack
We catch him, his ass done
I got new eyes, I don't even know they ass
But untie him, all lungs
Too many beans, we playin' lasers to ask his fans
That boy can't run, he can't come around the block
If they send shots, his ass gon' run so

[Part 2]

[Part 3]

[Verse: SpaceGhostPurrp]