Can't Pump Brakes, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Sure is cloudy today

Yes uh

Oo

Aye

Why these niggas acting

Like mekhi phife

Got weed different flavors

Nigga mike ike

I'm a dog bow wow

Huh like mike

Getting married to the money

Throw the rice right

Need a ling ling

Ali finna hit her with a bee sting

Titan with the teens I'm beasting

And I'm feeling like it

No steph king

Where's riri

I need it asap

Big blues

James brown with the payback

Stay true

Really down nigga say that

Cause like state troops

Where the weight at

And will it hold up

Aye

Got to get the money won't fold up

End of the month

I'm just trying to reach quota

Made it to some ps

From a muhfuckin quarter

You wouldn't believe

What I seen if I told ya

Watch for the rollers

It's a crap game

Give a bitch dick

Not the last name

Telling for some cheese

Guess he ran in the rat race

Whoo

Really living in the last days

Or it seem like it

Always ready for a play

Tell the team hike it

Always headed to the trees

Like I be hiking

Or on top of the cake

Call me icing

Uh

And icy

Is how I need my neck

Got the thang beside me

I see no threat

And its a o b

I don't see no debt

I need a hand pay

No casino checks

Tell her cash only

Or yo ass lonely

Need my bitch like the bag

So her ass bolky

Pockets like to turf

Cause they on chonky

Febreeze on the turf

Cause this shit fonky

Oooo

Let it air out

Money and the weed

Only thing a nigga care bout

Only try to build you up

For a tear down

I been holding on the glock

In a stare down

And I'm aware now

To all the fuck shit

I been stepping out rambunctious

Only hit yo bitch up

For some suction

No bucks then it's end of discussion

I'm gone