XXL — XXL Freshmen 2018 Cypher - Part 2

[Intro: YBN Nahmir] Ayy, huh, huh, ayy, ayy, haha Ayy, gang [Verse 1: YBN Nahmir] Not really with talking, not really with sparking These bullets be coming through brick house A nigga gon' shoot and then try to run Like hollow tips won't blow his back out You go through the back, you get hit with this MAC Lil bro said "We emptying this bitch out" If they acting froze, then we upping poles Lil bro said "We clearing this bitch out" I just hit a stain and I'm in my lane So please do not tweak with the gang This .40 go bang, it's hitting your brain Don't breathe or you won't feel the pain I'm still on the block with thirties and Glocks Whenever I'm not in L.A A nigga gon' speak on Lil Valley and wanna beef So he gets shot in the face Still on the block every day, tote Glock, those black AK's Came off of Flock, AK, the plug got four AK's You know I might buy that, turn a block in to a whole pack Take you down for them racks, if you down we need that Ain't no nigga made me run, even if they had a gun I was out here shooting shit for fun, R.I.P. that nigga Pun And girl punching on a mac, lil man he push a nigga back Glizz, you know I keep a strap, ah, I'll put us on the map, bitch Ayy, I said I'll put us on the map, if a nigga talking crazy Glizzy finna knock 'em back, I ain't really with that talking Yeah, I'm finna grab that strap, if you ain't finna grab that strap Glizzy gon' push 'em back, ayy [Verse 2: Stefflon Don] E, honeycomb bee no queen, I'm a goddess I'm a certified G, D, say it like you ready for the D If you're all about your money, then you're all about me Just know, East Side we don't say "sho'" 'Cause it's real out here, we got the tea though Oh, Clapton breddas on toes, look out for paigons Shoot at the po-po Gun too cold like snowman, hyal drop my paper like postman I make gyal run like roadman if my money coming short like Konan Watch when I pull up, pull up then dip Gyal get lift up like she pon dick If gyal hiccup, finger nah hitch Gyal get wet up like she just pissed Nuff girl talk but it don't do shit When they see me pon road, dem girl there just scram Don't think 'cause I've got P I'm shook They will get shot like a hundred grams Gun too cold like snowman, 'cause I drop my paper like postman I make gyal run like roadman if my money come short like Konan [Verse 3: wifisfuneral] Ay, yuh, ay, ay, yuh, yuh, okay like Hate me, they hate me, ayy, ayy Gun off safety, protect your chest, you can't save, you feel, ayy I'm blazed in like hollow tips, yo' girl deserve a swallow ship Ash Ketchum, I guess she gon' polish this Okay, back from the dead, smoking thrax in my bed It's that young boy who don't care, 9 shots popped up in the air I'm gon' ride, I don't care, wait, bend her like a pretzel Take her soul then get to dippin' like, bitch, I'm chopped up I'm not slopped up and this Pimp C bumping heavy Hold up mama for the blade, looks like I'm ready for takeoff Can't see legs my space now, diamonds outer space, wow Vanilla interior Chevy Impala, up on my way now Had that bitch to end on some 24s like check my spacecraft Treat this rap shit just like it's a jugg There's only one spot, I gotta take it now If I die today, then I'm the best that ever made it now Man, you can't do this shit, you get that pressure You gon' fade around, you can't do this shit You get that pressure, you gon' fade around like-