VOICEMAILS, Pt. 2 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Tell me where you at
Tell me where you at
Damn
Tell me where you at
Woah
Woah
You know how this shit get
Two-sixty on the dash of the whip
On the way to your crib thinkin' 'bout what?
What I'm finna do to you
Yeah
Spanish girl call me "papi," that shit got a ring to it
Don't run from me, I beat it up like I'm Inoue
You top five hands down
I'm lyin' baby, you top two and you not two, I gotta hand you your crown
Throw that shit back and it's touchin' the ground, my dawg is holdin' me up
All them niggas talkin' sayin' it's luck
I'm just livin' without givin' a fuck
Not even one
Not even once
You don't want problems with us
This way too much smoke for your lungs
They tryna break into the crib, I gotta go get my guns
Don't worry brother we could run the ones
We could
We could
We could
We could
We could
Some of y'all make me wish a nigga would
Seein' all the things that I'm doin' make you niggas wish you could
You slow ass niggas' moms should've made you read a book
Play this shit like it's Jimmy Cooks
And your girl doing way more than just givin' looks
Yeah, she doin' way more
That shit bomb like a claymore
Walk around with a BBL, what you pay for it?
If you want it girl you gotta pray for it
Yeah
It's Raine she gotta taste for
Give it to you, gotta brace for it
If it's you, I'm goin' straight for it
Girl you already knowin'
Tell me where you goin'
Tell me where you goin'