Shred 2

(Huh, hey, huh)

Hopscotch on that one shit, make it jump rope

Ayy, unc', what's a new site we can punch on?

Unc' school, ain't even gotta tell 'em punch the last four

Can show you what to do with this Amex and disco

Woo, the opps need some Pepto, huh

Yeah, they constipated, they ain't lettin' shit blow

Ooh, this dope been stepped on, huh

Lil' bro, man, where the fuck my acetone?

My lil' nigga can't rap, he gettin' rich off oxycodones

I'm tryna get Ros to rap, but he keep gettin' all these iPhones

Lil' bro was just doin' hits, now I got him on the microphone

I told him I'ma get him rich, he got three kids at home

I don't motherfuckin' rap beef

On and off the road with them oranges in a taxi

Stretchin' all this motherfuckin' work like it's elastic

Bitch keep askin' how I shoot if it's plastic

Twenty-one shots 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' savage

Couple shots from it turn a nigga straight to Casper

Floatin' in a spaceship, they think I work for NASA

Be careful what you say 'cause you could die over a caption

They like, "Lonny, how you get that lil' bitch to be a dancer?"

Shh, she just gave it to me, nigga, I ain't ask her

Me and Moe playin' who can pimp the bitch the fastest

I'm on the Joker's site like, "Huh, business a classic"

Huh, boy, you know it's on if I take off these glasses

Wasn't no viewin' for nobody, man, they had to add shit

Huh, your mama lost her baby boo, we call that a miscarriage

Huh, she should've told you not to play with the Westside terrorists

Put that pistol in his mouth just like the tooth fairy

Niggas don't play with us because they too scary

If you play, you ate

Fill him up with Drac'

You ain't gangster, you just livin' off a name

See my nigga Moz, make a killin' off the drank

Huh, see my Mexican, make a killin' off the crank

Tryna get me a couple bricks, man, I told his ass I'm straight

Fuckin' with them crystal methheads, I fuck around and catch a case

Woo, they like, "Lonny, why you keep that big-ass shank?"

'Cause I wanna see a nigga bleed, huh, and see him faint

Know I'm with the homicide, fah-fah to the face

Try to tell me to chill, but I can't

They don't like my guys 'cause we came up off of chains

Couple years passed, now we came up off a wave

Huh, and they don't like my guys 'cause these niggas can't be tamed

I tell 'em don't shoot, and they gon' do it anyway

Lonny see a gold watch, he gotta tell me to behave

FN tucked in the belt, Pootie Tang

Huh, when the opps die, man, we pour up two eights, huh

You worried 'bout a bitch, I'm worried 'bout a toothache