Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Pappy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Omotayo Hassan
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Boom, bitch
Spray the whole room, bitch, on that goon shit
Move bitch
Fuck up out my way, skirt, vroom, bitch!
Savage ****
We pop out at night, that raccoon shit
Checking in at daylight, but you can still get smoked at noon, bitch
[Verse 2]
Boom, boom, boom, bitch
We play with the same guns off Doom, bitch
They like, "When 2 Cups Part 3 gon' drop?"
I'm like, "Soon bitch"
If you still ain't heard 2 Cups Part 1, then get in tune, bitch
Bangers steel say, stainless steel like a spoon kit
[Verse 3]
Boom, bitch
That's that Tec, bitch, or that Mac, bitch
Brains all on the floor, I'll let it blow, till' his shit splash, bitch
Get back, bitch
Smoking dead ****, we can match, bitch
They say when they catch me, they gon' whack me
Still ain't whack shit
[Verse 4]
Lack, bitch? I don't lack, bitch, I got my gat, bitch
Flame up, fuck is that shit? Bitch, that cat piss
It's reeking, ****, and we eating ****
On that fat shit
Fresh up outta' jail wrecking shit
Like Da Brat, bitch
[Verse 5]
Skirt, bitch, what's the word, bitch?
Fuck what you heard, bitch
Young Pappy a savage, turn your block into the Purge, bitch
Let it spray, shout out to the K, and free Bird, bitch
That's your main? Shout out to her brain, hella nerd, bitch
[Verse 6]
Swerve, bitch
Better not be on my block trying to serve shit
Why you trying to beef with me your goof' ass from the burbs, bitch?
Pistol to his mouth, he started stumbling over his words, bitch
Put your shit on the curb, his brains look like he still ain't learn shit
Swerve, bitch
Better not be on my block trying to serve shit
Why you trying to beef with me your goof' ass from the burbs, bitch?
Pistol to his mouth, he steady, stumbling over his words, bitch
Put your shit on the curb, his brains look like he still ain't learn shit
[Verse 7]
Time for me to Spaz, ****
Shout out my bro Spazz, ****
Go and diss, I ain't gon' respond, that's your ass, ****
Try to rob who? Bitch, please, I'll be the last, ****
Pull this bitch out like a futon, Jimmy Neutron, I'll blast ****
[Verse 8]
Is you mad, ****?
I don't honor no man with no badge, ****
All I know is get cash, ****
Stunting hard like my dad, ****
Love living this life, shorty
I done earned my stripes like plaid, ****
All you gotta do is ask ****
Body bag, fuck a casket, ****
[Verse 9]
Them head shots
Rolling up all the dead ops
Free Leek out the fed's spot
Boy these **** softer than tampons
I'm knowing, ****, ain't no probably I'm blowing
****, hell nah, I ain't going for no one
Double Twos what I'm pouring
[Verse 10]
Shorty, that's that Two Cups
**** I don't give two fucks, about none of y'all ****
Say the ops trying to turn up
Take one of us, we taking some of y'all ****
Shorty we ain't going for that
**** gonna feel sorry for that
Making **** have heart attacks
But we ain't falling back
My **** be on all of that
Gun fights, fuck a brawling match
[Verse 11]
Boy, it's 2015, young ****, at the age of fifteen
He was out here, clapping shit, whacking shit, putting **** on that big screen
Them **** talk that savage shit, actually they don't even know what that shit mean!
Point and aim, I got a green beam that'll turn a **** into a string bean
Boy, it's 2015, young ****, at the age of fifteen
He was out here, clapping shit, whacking shit, putting **** on that big screen
Them **** talk that savage shit, actually they don't even know what that shit mean!
Point and aim, I got a green beam that'll turn a **** into a string bean
Written by: Shaquon Thomas
