Outro Pt. II

[Intro]
Yeah
RTB
Ayy
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Uh

[Verse]
Strap on me, a couple racks'll get you packed up (No cap)
I be in the city, call me Tyga, got my racks up (Huh?)
Too many hoes up in the Lam', I told 'em lap up (Huh?)
Never would've made it without my Glock, I'm Marvin Sapp, huh? (Yeah)
Told lil' baby call me Juvenile, she start to back up (Back that up)
Talkin' too crazy, we send a blitz and get him sacked, huh?
Yeah, alright
They done caught me with some hoes, but they never caught me lacked up (Never)
Them niggas hoes, thеm niggas snitchin', what's the differencе? (Yeah)
Brodie double-crossed me, I ain't notice, I had on Christian (Dior)
You the type of nigga get shot and get to ventin' (Damn)
I be with my brothers, they'll slide over a mention (Mmm?)
I got bitches tryna fuck me when I show 'em snippets (Mmm)
You be talkin' like Tekashi, pull up, then it's crickets
Six-nining with bad hoes, sippin' to get wicked (Yeah)
Oh, you thought I eat these thotties out? You really trippin' (Nigga)
Switch it up, yeah, I got some shit to say (Say what?)
Loads came through, cards green, I'm on tip today
My nina keep on climbin' up that pole, I made her strip today
Popped a deuce, it ain't doin' shit, I'm finna sip an eight (Huh?)
Brodie an animal, subtract opps when he sip a four (Four)
Divide they whole crew with a call, better not get too close
Add another M to my name, I'm considered G.O.A.T. (Yeah)
Multiply the hoes when I hit, then they finna go (Go)
Never good at math, but I know a little somethin' (Uh-huh)
I told bro watch my back 'cause a couple niggas frontin'
His own bro was a rat, he on the yard, we gon' stomp him (Damn)
Doin' donuts in the Scat', call me Tim, I be dunkin'

[Outro]
RTB, gang
Yeah