Sanguine Paradise 2 Lyrics

Yeah, she hit me up on a iPhone

She tell me that she wanna fuck with me

So I turn her right into my hoe

We got 50 bands in the Tahoe

So if a nigga play, we gon' get him gone

Like I'm LBJ goin' for the throne

And it's fuck life, cause a nigga thrown

I got the game on lock, oh yeah

Tryna get rich, okay

She wanna come and fuck with me

I know it's for the dough

All these bitches on my body

I can't get them off

But I call only one my shawty

Now they fuckin' mad

Got a chopper on my side with a Glock 19

Leave him stuck in the past

These niggas want some smoke

But they too damn broke to put money on me

And I hit it from the back when I pull on her tracks

And it get so high in the sky, off thrax

Baby, hit my line, Ima hit you right back

If I shoot my shot, then you know its all net ah

Got no time to be beefin' with broke niggas

Cause I know I be fried

A lot of these people, they sayin' they love me

But I know these motherfuckers lying

You can't look me in my eyes

And tell me you a rider

But these diamonds on my neck

It got you so excited

Why these lil' niggas want some beef with me

And I don't know

If my trigger finger itchy, I'ma let it spaz

If he tryna run, hit him in his back

These little niggas got me fucked up

I'ma bounce back and get his ass

We gon' leave him outside

Rap on this bitch like I'm uzi

Open a za and smell like a pooted

If you pull up on me and gang, you know we shooting

If little mash at the party, you know it's exclusive

These niggas, they fakin', they don't got no motion

I came from the bottom while whippin' the potion

Me and my brothers, we cappin' a lot

And them niggas, some demons, they drill on the spot

Why is you capping about niggas that's dead

If they was alive, they'll fill you with led

You lying on bodies, you don't even got

Can't wait till we catch who be smokin' that pack

I don't like disrespectin' niggas

Cause I get out my body, I pull the trigger

And you know how I move cause I'm presidential

And I'm keepin' this shit so confidential

I got different colors on my Glock

I can't even see the target

Got a AP on my wrist

When I got the money, then I copped it

Stars up in the royce

When she got in, she done lost her mind

I just skeeted in her face

She went home and told a lie

I just skirted off the lot

If I want somethin', then I got it

Smokin' all this za

Got me up there with God

We the ones that be fried

Y'all the ones that be dyin

Lil' boogie on top

I ain't never finna flop

Got the opp pack, fill it up with the OG

I be high as hell, thinking bout life

While these bad bitches, they be touchin' me

I'ma crash out, sayin' fuck life

We got 20 mags with the 5 pipes

If you cross us, better think twice

Cause these pussy niggas never die twice

Let me explain it to you

You see your opps in the distance

Shorty ass get the shiverin

He don't got no pipe, he a dead man

Foenem saw them, then they had to run him down

Shorty tripped and fell

Then they out the Glock with 100 rounds uhh