Too Late For This II Lyrics

I can't fuck with these bitches cuz these bitches not my type

I got my Glock, bro got his chop I wouldn't roll that dice

Don't tolerate no scary shit, we exterminate the mice

I lost bro and that shit hurt and I can't even lie

I can even crack your bitch, don't even gotta try

If they turn they cherries on, then you know I'm a glide

This bitch, she tryna set me up, she keep lookin' at her phone

But before them niggas run up in the crib, I bet I get her gone

When I pop out of that function got that shit on

Stackin' paper and giving' bitch niggas headstones

I'm sorry that you lost your mans, but dude ass should've never dissed

Fully chop, I'm out the sunroof finna leave dude on his shit

I'm MAD an OT9, niggas know that I can't click

If bro diss on number nine, call up gang, we hit his shit

Yo bitch, she tryna fuck, but I'm not tryna fuck

All yo potna keep on dyin, yo ass really runnin' out of luck

Turbo B on 10, he almost dumped it, I said pass the puck

They dropped the diss, we got the lo, we pulled up, switched it up

Grab a couple of my smackers, we gon' leave dude on his front

Domo B like, what you doin' like it's you finna pass the blunt

Grab my Glock and Nike ski, we finna lurk on Lucas and Hunt

Drop a nine or crack a four phone, and yo bitch ass bound to get crunched

Glock 10 Mil, and you know this bitch pack a punch

Big boy G Lock stayed on KB, he ain't never packed a lunch

Bitch, I'm M-A-D, you play with us, we leave you on your bum

2025, I'm takin' over and I ain't leavin' crumbs