letra de this was finna be 0 fucks pt. 2 ***2017 leak*** - zotiyac
[intro]
turn up the beat
ayy
[verse 1]
f-ck yo’ homie, he a dead n-gga
speak on one of mines, you will be a dead n-gga
a n-gga get blue, turned into a red n-gga
that’s if you push me to close to the edge, n-gga
i did a hit out the coupe and then sped, n-gga
chops cut you like some f-ckin’ paper, it just shred n-ggas
ksg, the guillotine, it behead n-ggas
hungry as a b-tch, get fed n-gga, f-ck a fed, n-gga
nine tec’s stretch necks like a iron press, n-gga
said she givin’ super neck, but i am not imprеssed, n-gga
if we meet at crest, you bеtter buy a vest, n-gga
pick a date, it’s going up like ios, n-gga
’cause i invest, my chopper rest to flex, it probably suplex that n-gga
this a slobber-knocking neck, hope i don’t gotta wet a n-gga
off the lean, i just crashed like it’s not my wedding, n-gga
hit a n-gga in his jersey, i start ron artestin’ n-ggas
[verse 2]
uh, if he ain’t with his homies, then he dead meat
f-ck him up, all the evidence left on the bedsheets
give zero f-cks, cooked him up, but he still look like red meat
i don’t tell the fed’s sh-t, i just leave it in the street
uh, and it don’t really matter where you park, b
ayy, i’m a suit looking sharp like shark t–th
uh, your child in the back, it’s blowing through the c-rs-at
pardon me, but i will blow this b-tch, it ain’t no heart in me
i will shoot the party, b-tches screaming like cardi b
follow the directions, or you will run into archery
carbine run through cartilage
ar run through arteries
he get his top blew, that n-gga look like marge to me
if your ho smoke with me, that b-tch gon’ go to mars with me
and she on go for me, she said she’ll steal the stars for me
ain’t got no loyalty ’cause her n-gga ain’t hard as me
[verse 3]
out to work, don’t hit me up
a n-gga gotta re-up
hit his block, then come back like fever
these n-ggas say they gangstas, but they act like divas
popping out the back, the mac gon’ cook his ass like a fajita
yeah, i’ma swing the sh-t, hit a b-tch, derek jeter
i thug in the arena like my name john cena
you come over my casa, you might catch you a mileena
and you can see the b-tch look like she came straight from [?]
i don’t need her though, why i keep the ho?
somethin’ like the front door, how i peep the ho
somethin’ like a fronto, how i hold the dope
uh, don’t let me get this gun loaded, i’ma overload
uh, whipping out the drake, you would think it came from ovo
uh, now the n-gga getting hit like the rope-a-dope
leave a n-gga in his couch like the oprah show
slide, i’m knocking quarter’s out that n-gga like one over four
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