lvl 2 Lyrics

(Yeah)

(Okay yeah)

(Yeah)

(Okay yeah)

Woke up this mother fucking morning, I'm thinkin' bout cash

Don't got it I'm itchin', I'm geekin'

These niggas hate me cause of shit that I did in my past

Don't like me okay, then delete me

Block these niggas out like mini Mutumbo

These bitches silly, they be acting like dumb hoes

Hella swag, got Off-White on the ones, hoe

Big Kizzy, level two not the one hoe

(Yeah)

Hella drugs, hella pilly's

Yeah, big Kizzy finna run the city (Goddamn)

Finna go from a k to a mother fucking milly (Mhm)

Yeah, for real

Too sober got to pop that pill (Yeah)

Too high don't know what's real

Fuck it, need to got cop me that seal, you know the deal

Play with the gang then it's over

Eighteen in the clip like that boy Dellavadova

Up in that-

He still pushing that Rover

Upping that Glock on that boy, he a poser

Man fuck this weed, 'bout to pop that pilly

I don't want your hoe, she on me, you feel me?

Call up my twinny, my brother, my slizzy

Red dot on his nose, call that 'lil nigga Billy

Niggas know Kizzy get 'em, Kizzy got 'em

Nigga look scary, call that nigga spot 'em

On a shirt with the clouds, killed him then forgot 'em

Bitch got ass, call that 'lil hoe my latto

Bitch got ass, I think I hit the jackpot

Ash that 'lil boy then put him in a crackpot

Think I'm giving you green? Bitch I think the fuck not

Said he top one, lil nigga you is not hot

You not my brother, nigga, it ain't no we

Created these boys , nigga, like a damn Mii

Said that they Slatier, you don't know me

He keep jacking my shit, take his bitch, make her blow me

Can't let my other hoe know keep it lowkey

She got too high, now that bitch trying to munch me

Pack him then cut that boy up like some lunch meat

Heard what she got, damn, that bitch got the hot seat

Thirty round drum made that 'lil nigga hit feet

Shoot out the gym, now his mans screaming, "Ricky!"

She a 'lil groupie, that bitch Icky Vicky

Fuck it 'cause she got the whole team in repeat (Damn)

Woke up this mother fucking morning, I'm thinkin' bout cash

Don't got it I'm itchin', I'm geekin'

These niggas hate me cause of shit that I did in my past

Don't like me okay, then delete me

Block these niggas out like mini Mutumbo

These bitches silly, they be acting like dumb hoes

Hella swag, got Off-White on the ones, hoe

Big Kizzy, level two not the one hoe

(Yeah)

Hella drugs, hella pilly's

Yeah, big Kizzy finna run the city (Goddamn)

Finna go from a k to a mother fucking milly (Mhm)

Yeah, for real

Too sober got to pop that pill (Yeah)

Too high don't know what's real

Fuck it, need to got cop me that seal, you know the deal