My Chicago, Pt. 2

Yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo
Yo, yo, yo yo yo yo yo

It’s rarely i ever need i troductions
Cock back the hammer and ram me [?]
Timbalands get scuffed, and im saying shit ain't nothing
I ain't gotta be bluffing
Your man, i be dumping
Dead at your pumpkin
Bitches wanna get a piece of me in the booth
Well imma show these chickens the meaning of being the truth
And all my niggas got you spooked, and almost peed in your boots
And now your pockets getting loose
And i’m a G with the juice
Now how you want it babygirl?
I got that fourth or that thirty
I ain't tripping, fam, shawnna got thst low for that [?]
Need that pusher man, keep me with that dro or that [?]
Now they like “goddamn”
Wheels spinning rolling, that perty
Now these hoes wanna envy me
And all these hating ass niggas wanna send me 3
And i ain’t tripping G, fly me on the T.I.P
Where al my niggas be staying on their BIZ