Bet Not Run 2 Lyrics

Ayy, I'm back with this shit, man Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, look

First off, fuck them niggas that keep sayin' my name and quiet

We gon' put the belt on niggas, we gon' make that ass silent

Niggas dissin' on that weak-ass song and his people keep dyin'

Me and Bro Nem, gonna blitz his shit until I hear some sirens

Niggas said, 2SGK, ain't never kill us

But all that bappin' for some views we turn his head to a pizza puff

Man, I'm tired of hearin' niggas woofin'

fuckin' had enough

dirty-ass niggas got me laughin man, that shit is tough

cuz I'm big, 2SG

We got shit that go through trees

Talkin' all that rah-rah, but you still ain't did shit to me

I be coolin', please don't test me, I make sure you don't get no sleep

And this a merch for dead niggas because they ass up on that T

All my blicks is called Houdini, they make stupid niggas vanish

Put that metal to his ass and have his scary-ass panic

If you twitch, his Glock gon' drown the nigga just like the Titanic

I'm a skinny nigga with this big-ass gun, this bitch gigantic

You know you my target, I got shit that shoot the farthest

All these bullets lethal, so they turn smart niggas to retarded

With them niggas who don't give a fuck, just know that you ass heartless

And we gon' lay them down together, now I call that a family bondin'

Swing that block like Peter Parker

we on your block just like a charger

Slammin' shit like I'm Vince Carter

Yo dumb ass need to think smarter

We gon' spray that bitch right at your linin' like I was a barber

They be tellin' me to chill, but I can really go farther

If he try me like Mike, I'ma do him like them six-teams

Put that red tips in his eye, now his ass can't see a thing

I be high and be on bullshit, tryna make the niggas bleed

We gon' put that tag on him like he wear Ksubi Jeans

This lil' thick bitch shakin' ass, I love the way her ass twerk

Please don't piss me off, cause I'll put yo' ass right in that hearse

Lil' bro fearless with that Drac, cause he be off the fuckin' Purcs

These bullets powerful, you get hit and it'll make you do the jerk

We smoke bitches, we smoke niggas, and we smokin' on that Thrax

You would think this bitch was UNO cards it come up in the pack

Postin' on the gram, dissin' man, you know yo' ass act

You a goofy, I'll run up in your crib like it's track

We gon' pull up to they crib and tell them what's with them assumptions

This lil' Taurus knock him down like a speaker, this bitch bumpin'

This 4 Nic ring inside yo' face, so don't do all that bluffin'

We put that switch up on the back, that's if he actin' bad and cussin

This that Bet not run 2, hella guns in the coupe

If you dissin' on my name and them lil' hounds finna come through

Niggas gon' kill behind my name, lil' Foe Nem raise the roof

When it's time for me to rap, I'll spit that shit up in the booth

My lil' niggas don't even talk, they just pull up and they just shoot

Pack him up, give his ass a teller, cause he gon' need a suit

Ain't no internet shit, but we pull up and make him mute

And please don't talk about my dawgs, cuz I'll let they ass loose