Randy Orton 2 Lyrics

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

That lil bitch dead

Goddamn

Goddamn

That bitch dead

Goddamn, Randy Orton slam your hoe just like it's Smackdown

This lil bitch so thick, yeah, I gotta beat her back down

They thought I was gone, hell nah, Lil Mar, he back now

Nigga tryna troll, it's all good till he get whacked

I'ma pop out, brr, with the button switch attached,

They ain't get back for that last nigga who got patched

Don't gotta say no names we smoke your brother and he thrax

Can't do shit with everybody, most these niggas, they be rats

Huh, this Glock be punchin' shit like Superman

Get this nigga out my face before I have to shoot the man

Claiming you got motion, boy, you broke, can't even show a band

Huh, Glock be punchin' shit like Batman

Life is not no joke, boy, you know this shit ain't Pac-Man

I pop out im flee as hell, they lookin' like, who that, man

Used to be locked in with niggas, now, I rarely fuck with Fatman

Keep your pole, you better not lack, man

Cause it's cold in the streets, can't pop out without your heat

Get in my thoughts or in my feelings, I just say it on the beat

Told the hoe to eat the dick up, clean it up and make it neat