Like Tony (Pt.2)

[Hook]
I swear that these niggas not real
They ain’t your man
You ain’t ever been stuck in a jam
Cuz if the story don’t add up, then we both going in the can
I stay to myself, I don’t need friends
I keep a stick like i’m in a band
Incase some fuck nigga try to snake me
That’s why keep a baby .380
They call you they brother but they hate when you make it
Like how you a trapper? You minimum waging
Don’t use a iPhones ‘cause I got me a pager
Run it up and she all in my notifications
I slide with a TEC-9, get to raging
You say you a shooter but you writing statements
I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica
I still walk around with a mask like I'm Jason

[Verse 1]
I’m raiding the zip just like a Power Ranger
I hop out the car looking like a racer
Got addys and bars, i’m serving to the patients
I slide in all black but the whip is caucasian
So how you a plug, you got KD’s and Vick’s
I might call up Kaydoo we making it flip
Hop out with a mask and I'm racing the whip
The leg on me like I'm raking some sticks
OG told me that it’s all in the wrist
Walk down on the plug while he parking his whip
I keep that Iron Man, I’m Tony Stark with the stick
I put a hole in his head like a _____
I feel like Tarzan, not banana my clip
How you not bald man but you still pop a zit
Slide with a Megatron with a can on the whip
Call trap one day how you land on (?)

[Hook]
I swear that these niggas not real
They ain’t your man
You ain’t ever been stuck in a jam
'Cause if the story don’t add up, then we both going in the can
I stay to myself, I don’t need friends
I keep a stick like i’m in a band
Incase some fuck nigga try to snake me
That’s why keep a baby .380
They call you they brother but they hate when you make it
Like how you a trapper? You minimum waging
Don’t use a iPhones ‘cause I got me a pager
Run it up and she all in my notifications
I slide with a TEC-9 get to raging
You say you a shooter but you writing statements
I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica
I still walk around with a mask like i’m Jason

[Verse 2]
Ima tell you that real shit
Selling drugs so you can pay all the bills shit
Yeah zero to 100 real quick
My grandmother the plug, you know she got real scripts
I’m high as shit, I can’t feel shit
.38 special give you something to deal with
I bought two P’s when i’m off some chill shit
My mans told me not to shoot him, I still did
Know that that nigga not killing
He only rap on Spinrilla
Break down the zips by the building
I’m off the drugs I can’t feel it
I’m off the drugs I can’t feel it
I really had P’s in the ceiling
Now tell me somebody that’s realer
Lil white bitch look like Matilda

[Hook]
I swear that these niggas not real
They ain’t your man
You ain’t ever been stuck in a jam
If the story don’t add up, then we both going in the can
I stay to myself, I don’t need friends
I keep a stick like i’m in a band
Incase some fuck nigga try to snake me
That’s why keep a baby .380
They call you they brother but they hate when you make it
Like how you a trapper? You minimum waging
Don’t use a iPhones ‘cause I got me a pager
Run it up and she all in my notifications
I slide with a TEC-9 get to raging
You say you a shooter but you writing statements
I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica
I still walk around with a mask like i’m Jason