War, Pt. 2 ft. Uunknown Lyrics

I feel like I'm method man…

Ima block scholar

Now I hustle but I pop collars

I be dogged out like a Rottweiler

Bitches calling up my phone

Don't hit me unless I'm getting throat

Tell her nigga eat a dick

Or glock 40s finna blow

See I'm onto you

Impossible

I make all you niggas gelato smoke

You say you a goon til you hit w a beam

And you niggas get turned into pasta tho

Clown shit

Horrible

Feel like I'm up ina carnival

Have you sky dive from a high rise while you niggas is yelling jeronimo

I be on that Killa shit realer shit

I pull up then I drill a bitch

Spin my block I'm raising w the 5th

Now he dripping out his temple bitch…

Ride out peel a nigga in the whip

Where I'm from my niggas w the shits

You ain't phasing me a little bit

Pain and blues like I was cripping shit

Wait… they be penny pinchers

Brown water like it's henny liquor

Said you motherfuckers you be cherry pickers

Break a bone nigga see you better injured

No you niggas not acquired

All you niggas you is fuckin liars

niggas straight acting like a hoe

You ain't know death is my attire

Wanna Tell me I am tired

I be spitting straight fire

Headshot to a nigga head looking like Omar from the wire

Hella bent

And the shorty be shaking like gelatin

And you know that she brown w the melanin

I be runnin around like a letterman

Fuck around w the Buddha's I'm blessing shit