Pt.2

Pt. 2 (Explicit) - Ye

Perfect

Ohhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhh

Ohhhhhhh

I told I told ay ay I told you

Up in the morning miss you bad

Sorry I ain't called you back

Same problem my father had

All his time all he had all he had

In what he dreamed

All his cash market crashed

Hurt him bad people get divorced for that

Drops some stacks pops is good

Momma pass in hollywood

If you ask lost my soul

Driving fast lost control

Off the road jaw was broke

'Member we all was broke

'Member I'm coming back

I'll be taking all the stacks

I got broads in atlanta

Twisting d**e lean and the fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Hitting off licks in the bando

Black x6 phantom

White x6 looks like a panda

Going out like I'm montana

Hundred killers hundred hammers

Black x6 phantom

White x6 panda

Pockets swole danny

Selling bar candy

Man I'm the macho like randy

The choppa go oscar for grammy

B**ch ni**a pull up ya panty

Hope you killas understand me

I just want to feel liberated I I I

I just want to feel liberated I I I

Taking all the stacks oh

I got broads in atlanta

Twist the d**e lean and sh*t sippin' fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Wake up versace sh*t life desiigner

Whole bunch of lavish sh*t

They be asking round town who be clappin sh*t

I pullin up stuff in the phantom ship

I got plenty of stuff of bugatti whip look how I try this sh*t

Black x6 phantom

White x6 killing on camera

How can I find you

Who do you turn to

How do I bind you

If I don't turn to you

No other help I know I stretch my hands