Young Pappy - Freestyle (Pt. 2) lyrics

[Intro] Alright, man Two Cups Part Two coming soon or something Motherf**er just dropped Savages or something Just finna' drop this k**a or something f** n***a coming soon or something Got Shooters on deck with broski, right here or something Coming soon or something I'mma go and spaz how they done wanted me to spaz, though, cause I ain't spazzed in a minute I'mma gon' 'head and go crazy, he like... [Freestyle] I done started from the bottom, now I'm here, n***a Only fearing God, I don't fear n***as n***as talking out they a** but I don't hear n***as When I'm sliding past, I might see you in my rear n***a Cause that's where you supposed to be I'm riding with my toast on me Ain't got no friends, I keep my enemies close to me That's how it's supposed to be, b**hes be approaching me like Ain't you Young Pappy? Remember you was smoking dope with me! Hoes trying to mingle, start a little conversation to get me to take they number down, tell me when to come around But sh**, I don't f** around Cause hoes try to set me up Have a n***a downstairs, call her tell her let me up n***a might slide through, see me, try to wet me up Guns get to drawing like a artist try to tat' me up But me I ain't going, cause my third eye be open Tell that b**h she ain't sh** and she laugh like I be joking Pop a pill just to heal, I ain't talking ibuprofen Sticky kush call it dope, [?] be fried, I be toasted I be trying to do my thing, n***as hating, b**hes love me Say we got something going on, they see the way they b**hes hug me n***as smile in my face, but in they eyes I see the hate Try to walk up in my shoes, but yo' size is just a eight I'm a grown a** man, n***a You ask me, you's a grown a** man, get yo' grown a** beat I be out here in these streets, riding strapped up with my heat But when I see the police, my [?] be strapped up to the seat Real gangsters move in silence, never talk to the police Since I'm a real gangster, when they ask I never speak Real n***as they abide by that, money by hoes I ride by that Keep my hammer on me, on my homie I'mma die by that Why I gotta' lie 'bout that? n***as know and b**hes know Hoe say she don't like me, f** you wanna' take my picture for? He ain't gon' blow, don't know what he got a pistol for n***a kiss the dick, that b**h right under the mistletoe n***as be expecting a reply when they be dissing though So I'm not expecting you to cry when you be missing, somewhere tied up in my kitchen, n***a Begging for some mercy My n***as with that action, when it's cracking, they be thirsty I be picky with my clothes, it's designer what I'm wearing Never seen this in the stores, so when she look she get to staring But I like that sh**, I'm arrogant, I get that from my parents But I told you, I don't walk the streets, I run 'em like it's errands I be feeling like I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover, all them 'Till she got mad, I understand, shorty call him sh** be f**ed up, I be wishing I can call Tim Ball so hard, they can't find us, they be like "bro, this y'all gym!" n***as they be giving up, b**hes they gon' give it up Dope man, take twenty bands, I'll stick him up You will get changed for some change, I don't give a f** They don't know who shot like 'Pac when I hit 'em up Pop, pop! Body drop, cops gotta' zip him up Another body drop, so the opps get to clicking up n***as know I'm hot, so hot I'll sizzle up One shot to the toughest n***a, you'll shrivel up Back like I never left, better than I ever been b**h, got her super ready, wetter than she ever been Took her to the top floor, she say she ain't never been Got her where I want her, all I gotta' do is tell her when 'Bout ready to shine now, watch say my time, now! Say that sh** before but I ain't never write that line down Freestyle [?]-ing, n***as still playing that When they hear this, they ain't gon' hesitate to play it back, boom!