Super Saiyan 2 Lyrics

YFE this shit for real, nigga play he gon' get killed

Go catch a body in the field, feed his corpse to a rat

His story over, it's a wrap, his homie folded, he got packed

this good weed, good bag, his mama crying, so sad

That boy dead and coming back, he should've stayed on that porch

He shouldn't have stopped playing sports, that's why his ass got torched

Talkin' YFE, can't fuck with me, yo bitch know it's Big Kweeze

Ain't nobody stopping me, free my cousin Lil' Ski

Me, him, and Mone, that make three, we gon' slide, late side

Shoot him dead between his eyes, we just hop back in the ride

Roll him up, we get high, we put that nigga in the sky

Smokin' niggas, red eye, knew already, sharingan

Oni mask, demon time, come get your bitch up off my line

She wanna link, she lost her mind, niggas lying, ain't got the time

Mirror eyes, ain't no disguise, you sent your nigga out to die

Every nigga ain't your nigga, that's why I stay to myself

I don't need no fuckin' help, I'm the champ, bitch, wear my belt

Them niggas slidin', they gon' slip, I hit one nigga, the rest gon' dip

I ain't even leave the whip, stupid aim like John Wick

I'm in the middle, but I'm not Malcolm, knocked him out, no Captain Falcon

You get X'd, no diss to Jahseh, yo bitch nasty, do what I say

Smokin' woods, you wanna partake, I'm so lit up in this "par-tay"

I pray a nigga do not try me, he get shot all in his body

Kamehamehame!

He got a halo, Platen Kame, galick gun came with a dick

Yeah, fuck the Jake's, them boys some dicks

You see the beam, you know it's death, that boy pussy, he won't step

Ghetto boy, no RMC, I don't know who did it, I can't see

They found his body, in the sea, you can't see me, I'm Kweeze Cena

Slug rounds, ballerina, just one shot, don't need repeaters

Yeah, and then I dip, lean swag, I got the Jake's, they on my ass

And fuck the opps, them niggas mad, I got hella extra mags

We catch a nigga, do him bad, Dre, aim at his face

Mally B, get him erased, if I send Lu, he won't escape

He won't make it through the day, four block Rese came with a stick

Toss his body, in a ditch, just go alone, won't be no snitch

These niggas bitch made fags, that boy a hoe, ain't got no dad

His son a flunky, that shit sad