Hit Em Up Pt. 2

[Verse 1: DaBoii]

First off fuck yo gang and the click you claim
Niggas speakin' on the dead we gone pick his grave
Fuck shittin' on these niggas we gone piss in face
This a Glock so goodbye you could kiss the fade
Heard the gang in they mouth tell me how it taste
And this dick so good she don't know how to take
Feds tryna keep tabs bitch we outer space
And they ain't used to showin love so they gotta hate
Before they say it to my face it be behind the back
Where that full court pressure y'all applyin' at
If you heard we ain't the shit thats a lying ass
Tryna sound like the gang that shit kinda sad
Got them demons in my body i stopped fighting back
Limo tint ona foreign wit' all kinds of straps
Half these niggas ain't real so they lie and act
Getting head while im steerin' got me driving bad
Brodie told me bring the sticks we hittin' niggas up
I'll give a nigga shells before i give a fuck
Bullets spread like a germ i be sickin' stuff
I leave them hoes with shakin' legs you leave em with the cuffs

[Verse 2: Lil Sheik]

Had to put the stick down and bring out the K
Took a break from the stu we slidin' all day
Fell in love wit this choppa before i loved a bitch
Leave the school house early just to pull a skit
If i didn't really live it wouldn't rap this shit
Been blowing through a bag before the rap checks hit
Couple niggas twitter thuggin' I can't wait to see em
They don't wanna see me win i know they hate to see it
Gotta couple bands tucked in this big money suit
Splash Bros with them Glocks it was just me and drew
For the love of lil Tu i swear we droppin 2
You niggas obm sons tryna do what we do
Im like Jordan to the money chase the bag with the Flu
Fuck it T.O hit em up since he actin' tough
Still posted ona S now the chain tucked
You will never catch me slippin Qreal ina cuts

[Verse 3: Qrealwitdasteel]

Talkin' tough ona net you niggas not hard
Cuz when i see you up in traffic niggas cotton soft
Talkin to the management tryna call it off
But i ain't callin' shit off im tryna see bodies fall
Press a bitch cuz she been up on some chimp shit
OBM RBE we gangin in this bitch
Call up DBoii he gone pull up with that .30 stick
Lil sheik he dont play with them choppas bitch
I be slidin through yo section tryna lay some shit
Call my back street niggas they gone pull up quick
Speaking ona dead homies we don't play that shit
I'm at yo door mailman real house visits
Big money niggas know that we bout buisness
We can't conversate if it ain't about chicken
How you call yoself playa you ain't bout pimpin
5 skits in 1 week so who really trippin

[Verse 4: Yhung T.O.]

And when it's time to creep ain't no peace
I got sticks on every Glock for niggas talkin like its beef
It's some nigga that's gone die you can't save R.I.P
I know niggas that done died i done cried on my knees
So to take anotha nigga from this earth fine with me
No i might not go to heaven but it sit fine with me
I'm a thug til i die and when i die i'm in peace
But til' then i want war where no gun fire gon cease
I know niggas that be talkin' like they street they ain't street
I know niggas that be singin' bout that heat they ain't me
Chain got snatched and we slid that's that shit they ain't see
Cuz we don't do this shit for fame bitch we really in these streets
All these niggas say they winnin' yo bitch lost in my teeth
With these diamonds in my mouth bitch i own i dont lease
If it's smoke SRT in that jeep when we creep
Broad daylight on feet knock a nigga off his feet
I ain't talkin' to no workers bitch don't talk to me
I ain't sittin with no niggas allat small talk cheap
Nigga touch a couple thousand fore' you small talk wit me
And i only talk M's so you can't talk to me
Niggas sounding like the gang that shit getting old
Hear the devil in my head he never lead me wrong
My uncle died my brother died shit get deep nigga
And you would stop to type and tweet nigga before you squeeze nigga, Call the cops when you see the gang fuck you, fuck yo bitch, and the clique you claim (HAAH) and I'd die with this chain before i take it off and i'd take a nigga out before i take a loss, Nigga

[Outro: Yhung T.O.]

Fuck suckas nigga yea you niggas know what time it is nigga all you Niggas talkin this bay shit nigga we is the bay nigga, If you niggas Gotta problem wit it nigga run up nigga do sumn nigga squeez sumn Nigga, all you niggas sendin' shots on Twitter nigga send shots in real Life nigga ain't no bulletproof vest nigga hit me nigga im waiting Nigga yea nigga, niggas ain't doin' shit nigga SOB the muhfuckin Gang nigga RBE bitch OBM bitch you niggas know what time it is Nigga you ain't claimin that shit nigga fuck you nigga If it's a problem Nigga fuck you nigga if you want smoke nigga fuck you nigga It is What it is nigga it's gone be that nigga when i see you nigga im gone squeeze that nigga like yo heart nigga you betta be that nigga when i see you nigga fuck you nigga you know what time it is nigga GANG