Reticle II Lyrics

Btch

Mono

Long live my uncle man

Reticle two

Gang gang gang

You can't click with me, if yu ain't got no bucks

Peanut butter seats, Acura RDX ball in this truck

Bet not flick, kus if dey get behind, leave dey ass in da dust

Balling n traffik, ion shake em hop out bounce righ thru da kuts

But I been stacking foe ah minute na

Stacking this sht I might aswell go cop a pendant na

Adding a new rack like back to back like it was tennis na

Can't call this up, cause I ain't close to da finish na

But you gon see me

Changing reticle

Wait

Slapped da holosun on da glock

yu can't ask me who got popped, keep it discreet play ball wit opps

Keep a gun , so if I die just kno I left bucking da Glock

Gotta clutch, one in the head neva kno wen you'll see ah opp

Glock gon buck shell after shell like a song it's on repeat

To bad labra can't get a toe tag kus da hollows ate his feet

Call this arp a grinder turn his ass to taco meat

Call this glizzy shedder don't fw turtles, leave rats deceased

Niggas pockets hurting I can't do shit give em Tylenol

Always dolo niggas grimey, hate im up want me to fall

See da sticker on da back btch dis a scat just watch it crawl

Wake up krack break down da headboard pictures falling off da wall

It's a ugly sight the way dem bullets ate det nigga face

Don't claim it's smoke kus if we catch yu like ah wood yu gon get faced

Chase yu down like it's ah race, take yu out n take first place

N da Lou we love dem speeds, laws flick dey lights n it's ah chase

If it got sport hop n smash off feel like rockets wen dey blast off

Why des niggas trolling me, I won't crash can't take my mask off

Yo la btch happy we fucking, hit from da back knock her lash off

She suck da dick thru my purples, la btch almost ripped da tag off

Tell me some sht yu gotta merch it, yu spread rumors yu ah ho

Wen I eva did some ho sht? , can neva say mono ho

See ah goofy ima blow quick , 1v1 btch ima score

Got ah gun in drop his nuts quick, he ah btch without his pole

This ah 19 it's gen foe, and ion leave the house without it

If yu up yu betta buck , i up, like plants leave yo head sprouted

He ain't got traffik screaming he got motion, I highly doubt

I pop out in put det sht on i b dressing like a salad

Just gimmie my props, hard wit dis sht can't een fake it

Ain't gon fake it, I get anxious wen i buck my hands start shaking

Just like I was sneezing, ima blow da chop like Jamaican

Take det nigga off tha earth with this binary chop start quaking

Gang