Fta 2 (feat. Funeral)

Ha, boy, yo' pockets puny I got bad sons, Mr. Mooney Why y'all main thot tryna do me? I'm like, "Fuck, I spilled this lean on my ksubis" Had that G43 through TSA On my mama, fuck that drama, P.D.A Smoke that ganja, get them dollars Alleviate, I got two of everything I needed a FTA They ain't bout that shit, that's master bait For me she masturbate Bedrock, fuck her, make the bed rock OBJ, he with them jakes He caught a headshot It's fuck them snakes, that's on bro grave Gon' end up dead, watch Caught him sleepin' in that traffic Clipped his dreadlocks I'm off a Ritalin, helping me focus I'm sick of this Weenie Hut bitch, boy, she bogus I get the brеad, take it right out the toaster I'm sick of this propaganda, it's atrocious I'm in thе villa, can't get realer Came out the womb as a goddamn killer Rock Margiela, new hoe vanilla Wanna touch my shit, boy? Don't, tiller Racks tall than a pillar is Teach these boys They gon' read that syllabus I'ma pop that pill Fuck his mom for a thrill Bro got swiped out a bow, we'll drill a bitch ARP a dud, if this bitch jam then they gon' can me I talk to my wallet, hit the club, I said, "Band me" Pourin' activist for when I misbehave Call up funeral, they'll put you in that grave Folks gon' spank him, he gone take yours You speak on who's career? Like-like, bitch, I ain't make yours? No, he can't move like me It's too illegal for him That boy get shot like movie, like, that shit regal for him That boy can't hit no lick himself, need you to steal it for him Get the drop on that pussy The Desert Eagle on him We be in the Telegrams, he get set up Left lil' bro in his own blood, he get wet up .9mm semi-auto APX, beretta Fuck that vest, lil' bro, I shoot from the neck up We just slit his neck up He gon' co-op wit the feds, yeah, he gon' fess up We like the cartel in this bitch We tore his chest up Took his head up off that bitch Now he can't get up He get dropped like police Swear they think they know me In this bitch forever, like, bitch, I'm really OG Like, can't no label own me Labels still up on my nuts, I do this by my lonely Get depressed like a emo bitch But they can't destroy me Bedrock, fuck her, make the bed rock OBJ, he with them jakes, he caught a headshot It's fuck them snakes, that's on bro grave Gon' end up dead, watch Caught him sleepin' in that traffic Clipped his dreadlocks