CONMAN II ft. Yung Dul Lyrics

Only been a year, now he's on page two

Pussy boy snitching, now everybody hate you

Snack stealin', take one, yeah he take two

Conman two cause one didn't do

Uhh, aye, dropped an apology in the group chat but you still did it (huh, huh)

You fucked bitches and whores at ETSU, admit it (huh, huh)

Get your own pussy, get your own girl, yuh, you don't get it

10 nights in a row, and she still forbid it

At the SAAC meeting, all the athletes it's just some crickets

Adultery's a sin but Conner still committed

How he got the urge, how he got the balls

I went through your history, bitch I know it all

It is not a mystery, yo ass gonna fall

All I gotta do is make like one call

Coach Watts, let me tell you about this bitch (huh, aye)

Coach Watts, name em out, let's make a list

This guy drinks and this guy drinks and this guy drinks and him

Conner's lights ain't on upstairs, it's really fuckin' dim

Go back to Jace, get a barber, get a trim

That fade was fucking hideous, it looked all grim

Let me ride back with Coach, act all high and mighty

Now the whole team hates you, even fucking Heidi

Stupid ugly bitch from Capones, she's so unsightly

Messed with two or more girls on them team, then last night he

Dropped a text, she came over, messed with him

Complicated shit, he likes fucking around

Izelle or Bonita, blood just take your pick

He's so fucking sad, he can't control his dick

Look he's smoking with Natalie, take a fuckin' pic

Which pussy was better from the two on the team you licked

Might a been three, might a been four, who knows

Anything is possible whenever you're a hoe

Yub, it's a new day, go buy some rubbers from the store

Since you get so many bitches, body count should grow

Can't keep a girlfriend, you just like to borrow

Can't tell the truth either, you just lie to seem dope

Actin' like a saint, what are you, the motherfucking pope

Once I heard the details of the convo, I lost hope

Snitching on the team, now its murder that she wrote

You's a fucking pussy, you's a fucking opp

He a pussy boy, yuh, he a fucking opp

Always be so corny, yeah, you gotta stop

Tattle tale, that's what we doing now

Now you out here lookin' fucking stupid now

Looking like a clown

Looking like a bitch

You's a fucking rat, you's a fucking snitch (mmh, mmh, huh, huh)

Get out my space, huh, huh, get out my air, huh, huh

Wasting the shit, huh, huh, I don't care

I didn't want to diss again but I guess it had to happen

You was on that van, talk to coach, why the fuck you yappin'

All that fucking lifting and I think it's for no reason

You switched up on the gang, yuh, I call it treason

How you gonna switch up on the gang when it's track season

You think you a leader but you sitting in the bleachers

Talking bout he drinks but bitch you do too

But then you gon' fuck around with the whole crew

I'm never gonna stress again

Conner Overly, he a bitch, he got estrogen

You act like a bad bitch but, huh, you average

I'd like to go out and find a love that's mine

One to last forever and not a day

The kind that will chase away

Chase away, chase away

Oh, myyy

Let me teach these bitches again about monogamy

Conner Overly, he ain't got the right philosophy


Me and Cyrus can't help no more on biology

Bitch picked up his book, he needs his on biography

Nothing out the ordinary, you're not a progidy

Conner, get your own bitch, this ain't no monopoly

You got the assumption quantity's better than quality

Heidi fucked you up, changed your ways, now you poly

You fucking around with soccer chicks, prolly

Who's the next number who you're gonna make a mockery

Think her name was Kinsten

Think her name was Natalie

What a shame, she aint seem that bad to me

Tried to shoot your shot

It is not you, it's your cock

You just gon' switch on the flock

Conner boy, he's a jock

Conner boy workin' the clock

Conner boy, he's an opp

Conner boy, this better stop

Yeah, yeah, hold on, yeah, yeah, yeah

I didn't even mean to diss you

We used to be cool, now I think we got an issue

Pussy boy cryin' in this bitch, I think he need a tissue

I ain't gonna lie bruh, that bitch didn't miss you

She didn't mean to kiss you, yeah

Got a cig in it

Got a drink with it

Conner Overly, please don't fucking snitch

Cause I know how you be

You a newbie

And I'm running this shit cause I got a two piece

And, you's a pussy boy

You's a pussy boy

You got baby face, bruh, you can't make no noise

I gotta catch a case cause you know I'm with the boys

And if you ever snitch, then I'm gon' be deployed

Conman, we had to drop again

Conman, it's never gonna end

Conman, we thought you was a friend

Conman, he thinks he's from Japan

Conman, he never fucked a ten

Conman

Like, like I was on my high horse earlier and I fucked up

And, and then, you know, Big Xshon said