F.T.O PT2 (feat. Bloodhound Lil Jeff)

Alright, yeah, alright Yeah, alright, you know that, bitch (Dxnte, you snapped on this one) Alright, alright, **** it Alright, look I run this shit just like a runner, I'm stylin', bitch, I am a stunner (Yeah) That nigga be ****in' with rats and mice, I heard him listenin' to Gunna (Snitch-ass nigga) I'm a real-deal slime, I keep shit P, I just ****ed the bitch, look like SummerΒ (Wocka) And I'm still in the 'Raq, everybody got a heat, move through this bitch like Obama (Huh?) Got clappers with me, got drenchers with me, when we roll, it look like Osama (Brrt, brrt, bitch) He know I ****ed his bitch, I hit her ass and blocked her number Ever since we lost bro, ain't no time for the sleep, we tryna put somethin' in a dumpster (Bitch) They say I was young, but since I got older, my gun, it's still bustin' (Clappin', bitch) Get to the E-way, it's a high-speed chase He run up on me, bullets comin' his way Put one to the chest, then five to the face In my driver I trust, know we got away (Bitch) In the driver he trust, know we got away Can't kick it, bitch, I'm not a punter (Nah) In your grass just like I'm a hunter (Huh?) On his ass, he won't make the summer (He won't) I bounced out the car, they say, "He got a Drac'" I walked his ass down, you know he DOA (Bitch) Money on my head, who tryna get paid? Comin' at me, you gon' die anyway You a bitch, you a ho, I see it in your face Know the opps, they can't beat me, this is not a race (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Uh, know the opps can't beat him, no talkin' 'bout a race (Ayy, ayy) If you ain't tryna slide, get the **** out my face Lost like four of his guys in like one day I throw up B's for BH You play with me, you die same day (Brrt) I know two opps that got caught same way In the stu' with Cash, told him, "Roll up the Klay" (Huh?) You know what we doin', you know how we play Don't come to Chatham, we run that place Don't play with us, this shit ain't safe (Nope) I ****ed his bitch, he call her bae (Damn) Lil' cuz got fifty, I got Drac' The blue and whites was all on State **** it, take 'em on a chase (Skrrt) He duckin', hit him in his face (Brrt) A bucket, know my shot like Klay (Bitch) Know his shot like Klay They can't **** with us We don't **** with Klay (No) Uh, and they can't **** with us anyway Know the opps, they dyin' Know them niggas lyin' (Yeah, yeah) They say, "Up the score," how the ****? Yeah, uh, uh Bitch