Tiger Blood 2

My **** got respect for me

'Cause I'm the man proudly

And if you want respect from me

Catch a damn body

We ain't playing no games

We ain't calling nobody

We just send 'em straight shots

Right in the lobby

If he plottin' what he said

My **** runnin' up

And get the dottin' on your head

You sleepin' on a ****

Then we chalkin' up the bed

And my **** want the cake

So we just plottin' on the bread

And I ain't like these rapper types

No we don't act alike

When it comes to the beef

You could say I got a appetite

Run a **** down

Feed him rounds, he gon' pass tonight

Put him in the grave

And I'ma send him to the afterlife

Shit changed since I grabbed the mic

Used to be on the block

Posted like a traffic light

.40 on the waist, off safe

Wasn't tryna fight

Coulda got you the purple kush

Or the China white

And all of my **** they authentic

Real talk they all livid

Send his ass to a mortician

Let it slam on him like Blake Griffin

Everywhere that a **** go

Got a dog with him like Stewie Griffin

We was backyard block pitchin'

.40 cocked on that black Smith &

.25 on me, Ben Simmons

Selling food on Thanksgiving

Hating on me 'cause I'm back in it

In the coupe with no stash in it

Catch me a opp, then he having it

Run up on him where he traveling

007 I'm traveling

Shots leave him stiff like a mannequin

It was on purpose no accident

Nobody don't know, but they ain't asking him

Nobody know where if they asked for him

Don't give a fuck we'll come after them

I'm smokin' on loud, I ain't passin' it

Overlapping then we passing him

Burning my hand like calluses

And it's all black like it's African