King Dyl - Rocktown Pt 2 lyrics

{Verse 1} I'm from Lil rock not Lil Raq got a big Glock with a big mac We got big chops with 100 shots so any opp can get whacked Every time a n***a Tweet beef it go to Instagram then it get leaked Money is numbers and numbers don't end so my life a never be complete Southside and Southend When I'm with my n***as it ain't safe n***as love to fight but they pull tools, you get caught slippin shot in the face You Lil n***as I'm ill n***a, When it comes to shooting we k** n***as Lil Dyl n***a want mills n***a, Got more Tommy's than Hilfiger It's a difference between me and you, Things you rap about n***a Yeen' do Tryna Get money get off the block cause I wanna see my family make it threw You is not a Hitta, You are not savage, Goofy n***a you not loud to me If y'all n***as knew my struggle I swear y'all a be so proud of me Since a Younging y'all been duckin', Walking threw the fields when y'all n***as wasn't On the block with my young n***as it a get to bussin' with no discussion Block Burna call lil braxton, Him and aj gone make it happen It's no lackin', it's Money Gang, and you broke n***as ain't with the faction Shout out FTS, That's who I do it for, man all my n***as be getting bread If I don't answer phone calls I'm either getting money or I'm getting head We got bandannas, I go bananas, I promote the work like OG Montana Got a white savanna, Name Dirty Diana, In Alabama selling Indiana In the league but I don't even play shoot em up like Rudy Gay If you not reaching for the top then goofy opp that's the wrong way Will you must be smoking Will, Tryna beef with us boy you better chill We got Mac 11s, We got Mac 10s, for any nigaa that wanna' feel DC no Washington he done took the trip to OC Will mane you like 17 goofy n***a you don't know me I'm a young n***a posted on the block, n***as yo age won't come on Young rich n***a, no Migos, all I want is comma's like a run on Shout out my n***a Zay, yeah the real one, Gotta Lot of guns wanna feel one Catching bodies like a wide receiver, And these lame n***as ain't k**ed one Don't build houses but we move bricks, it ain't yo birthday but you gettin' licks Don't gotta say her name but I know you remember When yo first cousin had sent me pics {Verse 2} Real n***as what up, Ain't getting money shut up It's lil rock and you won't survive if you ain't about them bucks Dart gang man y'all n***as goofies y'all n***as actors can't get in movies Yall n***as groupies, Album worldwide the whole world a buy it like a sonic smoothie Where you n***as from claiming Southend call them davis boys watch ya mouth then His momma told em he couldn't go to a party and this lame n***a started pouting The 40 start bussing, the hospital rushing, The momma ask will who is the suspect I went to Horse? Man but I didn't pay attention the money is my only subject Check the resume, Check the background, check my old schools, check the new ones Ask any n***a that saw me fight boy they a tell you who won Ain't getting money then stop, I'm posted up on these blocks Not on now but when I get on I'm still Arkansas Little Rock I dont hang with these rappers, I mostly hang with my trappers Catch lil zay I beat his face my young n***as kidnappers She heard bout King dyl now she blushin My n***as blitz deep we rushin Bring another world war no russia Keep My army with No Usher You ain't getting money boy you a s**er Got a lot of birds I'm a plucker I'll Send bricks straight town on rush hour Chris Tucker Heard a n***a from the dale than got his shoes snatched Tried to take his n***a Zi to get his shoes back