[Intro]
Yah, they be like Jarren!
Where the f** you've been, dawg?
I'm back n***a, K-K-Kato on the track b**h
[Verse 1]
Slow Motion, this is Volume 2
A p**y n***a what we calling you
My pockets right, let's hit a mall or two
Ayy me and flick will drink up all the goose
The b**hes show love to all the crew
I rap to get dough, that's all I do
Aye middle finger up to all of you!
Aye Jarren what happened to Funk Volume?
Holy Christ Jesus Cliff Huxtable
Drunk enough a fat b**h is f**able
Flashy n***a all my sneakers colorful
n***a shooting outta BMW
Still stepping out in my Adidas
1800 in my margarita
She gon' let me give her throat a fetus
Imma go to sleep and she gon' roll the reefer
Told you I'm not a human n***a
They watchin us just like the Truman n***as
Bra** knuckles I would ruin n***as
I snapped the neck of f**ing two gorillas
All this p**y feeling too familiar
Oh that's right, that's Kato's mom
Ya'll just talking, ya'll don't spray those guns
I eat a rapper like a bagel bun
These b**hes thinking imma ice they wrist
Cause I love they a** and really like they tits
Who gased these b**hes like they nitrest
Oxide, one night the b**h
The future's here, we got the microchips
Hey really soon I might strike it rich
Hey life's a b**h
And her sister's a c*nt
And any second b**h I might just flip
All this liquor got me feeling woozy
She got lick my dick and f**ing hoack a loogie
I'll pull the knife and f**ing drop the toolie
Illess n***a of the top loose-leaf
f** cancer, send a prayer to Boosie
Groupies let me get that oochie koochie
I'll k** a b**h and my dick gets cooties
A group of moolies bout to spray the uzi!
[Interlude]
f** you Kato
All of you talking sh** man
Appreciate y'all staying patient
Slow Motion 2!
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Now I bought a ferragamo belt
I love the way marijuana smell
These dirty b**hes let you run a train
I call that lil b**h the monorail
n***as can't duck 100 shells
This that dope that don't sit on a scale
If you n***as really whip the colt
Put 100k up for the bail
Never used a f**ing ghost writer
Every f**ing word I wrote is fire
You ain't hotter than a broke lighter
Tell that b**h to ride it like a low-rider
In this b**h I'm figting physis n***a
Pray for Paris fighting ISIS n***as
It ain't even safe up in a church
I might stick a knife in n***as
Used to sip a little syrup
But n***as keep turning up dead
They like you n***as is junkies
They agenda go over your head
Yeah
Love it when n***as just dancing in dumb
Question the world keep your hand on your gun
This is that brand new Slow Motion n***a
Volume 2 signing out, I am done