XXL Freshmen 2023 Cypher - Part 2

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Yeah
Niggas ain't see my vision, no, before folk came through with them whips
With all them ceilings off, them niggas ain't never show no love (Yeah)
They tryna leave me in that mud (What else?), that's why I feel a way
Niggas who showed love back then wanna see me dead, yeah
Man, they gotta try something else, that hating shit ain't working, huh
Ghost came with the curtains, bad hoes see me and get nervous, nigga (Yeah)
I know what it take, you won't boss up from the worker, nigga (Yeah)
I know what it take to make that track jump like a hurdle, nigga (Eh)
You ain't on that ground no more, you ain't going HAM no more (Eh)
I guess niggas going broke, just like that, shit got exposed (Eh)
I been in Miami, on a boat, fucking the baddest hoes (Eh)
Folk been counting money up for a week, damn, that cramp my arm (Eh)
But Will said them niggas want them dead, told them, "No, they don't"
Jomo riding 'round with a butcher knife, bro-bro cutting up
You can't name a nigga in this city who sold more bags than us (Yeah)
I don't care where them niggas from (Yeah), need that pack, I'm popping up (Yeah)
He think I wasn't gon' hear what he be saying 'bout a nigga (Huh?)
I just hope he know I heard, but if he say it, then he meant it (No cap)
She fuck me and fuck my bruh, I'm tryna see if we can flip her
This a new Hellcat Durango, none of these whips ain't rented, nigga

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ain't think I make it, but I did
Went from toting Glocks to tops, lighting up shit up like they said
They like, "All you rap 'bout killin'", I'm like, "Shit, that's how I live"
Ain't no standard clips in these, these got extensions like they wigs
R.I.P. to all the rappers that have lost they life to guns
Fuck all that putting them guns down, wanna survive? Then get you one
Think the glizzy know Ice Spice how this bitch like to munch
My shooter's short, but like Columbus, he know how to stunt, yeah, he know how to step
Baghdad know only blow shit, we call his ass the ref'
I don't do shit without my dog, I feel like Johnny Test (Yeah)
I pay gorillas to rap shit, in the hood, I'm Gotti (Yeah)
My lil' nigga tryna strike shit, he look like Lil Yachty (Skrrt)
She eat dick and don't play with it, nicknamed her Lola Brooke (Hell yeah)
My shorty don't take off the ski, call him PGF Nuk (Gon' get up)
I'm Skilla Baby with this chop, make niggas' taco duck
I mean duck taco
If it's smoke, put it on the floor, I want a bitch like Latto (Latto)
Went from the hood to overseas, taking trips to Cabo (Cabo)
Facts, 7.62's turn a sedan into a hatchback
And ain't no sending shots at me without a clapback
Let's get it

Ah-ah, ah-ah, who that? It's the man
Geeked up in the party, we don't pop no Xans (Let's go)
Pi'erre made the fucking beat, I play with them bands (Let's go, gang)
Gelato #33, I'm high as fuck, I'm tryna land (Ski)
Yo' baby mama keep on texting me, "Don't leave 'em with them kids" (Let's go, grrt)
He get robbed for show, got 49ers in the field (Let's go, grrt)
There go Rubi Rose, I'm with Luh Tyler in the mix (Grrt)
I did 'em filthy out of town like I'm producer 'round this bitch, ayy (Let's go)
Greedy like I'm damn near broke as fuck like they ain't pay the fee
What you need? We got .223, red beams and ARPs
Talk my shit so fucking much, this shit go down from A to Z (Let's go)
Like, what you need? Bitch, I'm fresh off the leash, I feel like Freaky T (Let's go)
Who gon' run that bag? Bitch, it's me or me (Let's go)
Who ran up that bag? Bitch, it's me on me (Let's do it, c'mon, ayy)
Walk through your party with shades on, too cool nigga, I'm feeling like Mase, huh
Tell yo' lil' nigga to chill out before we pull up and just spray out the place, uh
Mr. Miyagi, I'm fly as hell, and my name is ringing bells
Hold on, hold on

Think I got some shit to say, it's time to hit the booth
Why the fuck these niggas always hatin'? Ain't tryna get no loot
I can't lie, that bitch can't come this way if that lil' bitch ain't cute
I wake up every day and chase that pape', that's something you should do
I done took a lot of niggas' bitches, that's why they don't like me
Pull up to the jeweler, drop that bag and tell that nigga, "Ice me"
I been running through these racks, I swear this shit get pricey
All them bitches shitted on me back then, wanna be my wifey (Yeah)
All these bitches love me, but these niggas hate me (Okay)
He ain't tryna get no money, swear that shit so crazy
Know it's a hit when I put some lyrics on the beat (What else?)
I kinda feel myself today, Amiri's on my feet (Yeah)
I just took some, another ten, that's twenty for the week
I'm in here higher than a fuck, pussy, can't you tell? (Yeah)
I'm on XXL, I gotta give 'em hell
Ski

Like who in the fuck you talk to?
Menu, just pay me the walk-through
You be looking like me 'cause I taught you
I ain't wanna get back, but I got to
We gon' shoot at your foot, metatarsal
We gon' fight in this bitch like it Marvel
We gon' open yo' bitch, novel
We gon' put you in dirt, fossil
Oh, I got bread on my head, waffle
And that pussy look just like falafel
I got the shell with the beef, need a taco
Bitches be talking, they pussy, El Gato (What else?)
There's two bitches on me, Paco (Go)
I like dark-skin bitches, charcoal
I make a move on that bitch, auto
Fuck on them niggas, get money, motto
I keep flexing, they thought I was macho
Make it rain in this bitch, pronto
Uh-huh

Cable, if it's up, tell 'em please come direct
They want 'em fire sticks, niggas, bitches all on the (Twin, yeah)
I got the whole world really shaking they hips
Uzi and Drake, you know how sticky that get, uh-huh
Yeah, aren't you into that shit? Uh-huh
Yeah, you gon' get peeled for that diss, uh-huh, uh-huh
In my bag like groceries
Really jam shit, like Kool-Aid, you so sweet
Ain't no peace made, I'm still riding 'round town 'cause I'm street-made
I'll hit you from the neck up like a keychain
This shit give a nigga goosebumps, who get remade
Hit 'em, then we sping 'em right back, that's a replay
They steady hating me, cake like the bakery
Killed 'em with success, it was R.I.P.
Uh, schooled 'em like truancy, you ain't tryna D-I-E
Leave me alone like the PPP
'Cause I, 'cause I, uh, 'cause I
'Cause I stay G, rocking Gucci, bitch, I'm G-ed up
Last nigga ever crossed me needed Jesus
He caught one, late before ten on the B-Board
Sweaty with his hoodie up, yeah, Slim Reaper
Whistles blow, I can't fold, won't put these cleats up
I got stripes, just ask bro, we like Adidas
I ain't got no V8, but you ain't got no vehicle (Yeah)
Road to the riches, what the fuck a GPS gon' do? (Yeah)
Uh, do, uh, do, uh, do
You can't even ride for me 'cause my trust on E
Nigga, you a bitch, put it on your license, please
All y'all pillow talking like hoes should die in y'all sleep
Bro put them L's and my mom won't stress in the streets, what he say?
'Cause my eye's twitching, that mean that some bodies talking (Yeah)
7.62's, they like problem solvers
First, you hit his top, watch his body fall down
Now he baby boy, watch his body crawling, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah (Hey), yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Twin), yeah (Twin)
Woah (Ayy, ayy), woah, woah, woah
What up? What up? What up? What up?
Ski, ski, brrt