War Wit Me, Pt. II Lyrics

I don't fuck with y'all

And I'm getting reps inside the yard

While y'all busy talking on

Shit I might've did

Y'all don't realize y'all ain't better than

The big ass shit I took inside your bitch's crib

Snitches get the stitches and you pussies get my dial tone

And I'm

Bigger than the jumbo-tron ya favorite hooper playing on

Cooper-town on my fitted and a Trojan what I put inside ya sister, dawg

Pussy boy is sensitive and my biggest fan; that's the reason why he hating on

Tried to fuck with me

I'm hitting buttons like I'm shooting from the Pentagon, and I'm

Miles up above like I'm Mega-tron

And ya Mama should've told ya shouldn't play with fire-arms

Hit 'em with the stiffest arm then I'm taking off a mile long

Why ya wanna war with me

I'm in the field like there two of me

And this shit ain't new to me

And I dicked ya girl 'cause that shit was new to me

While ya at ya Daddy crib living hella free

I been in the field like I'm in the Philippines

Know I keep it hella g

See ya problem is

So concerned with where my dick has been

With a bigger problem; still in ya Mama crib

Yeah, spending all ya Mama bread

While I'm in a whip ya need some debt to get

And I'm in a game where the Rookies think they better than a Vet

Till I drop my nuts and cut a verse

And I'm in this game until I see a hearse

And ya only in it 'cause ya favorite rapper did it first

Start a beef and watch his pussy ass disperse

Because he from a fabric where they like to rock a purse

And I'm from a fabric where we punching first

And I'm always aiming where I know it hurt