lirik lagu you hear me pt. 2 – alwoo
(producer tag)
“alwoo made this beat”
(alwoo)
you hear me
if it’s beef when you see me ain’t no talking then
ima make sure i get rich with who i started with (you hear me)
speak on gen ima make you don’t talk again
i heard yo mans gotta learn how to walk again
ain’t no rats over here that sh*t is not allowed
only thing you ever sh*t was a lot of clouds
a lotta ammo we got 30 minutes worth of rounds
i am not them b*tches that’s on maury i ain’t running out
i know ima f*ck around and get indicted soon
cuz everything a n*gga rap about me all facts
when they mans got popped they went and bought shirts
when my mans got popped we went and bought straps
these n*ggas snitchin and y’all let him get away wit it
i heard that n*gga was okay til that k hit em
call this baby chop a.i. how it shake n*ggas
every clip hang over here my n*ggas play different
i need head from yo b*tch to get my mood right
cheese on his head like he just got in a food fight
when you in the streets you gotta learn how to move right
and these n*ggas don’t be out late like it’s a school night
these n*ggas lame, that’s why all they do is take l’s
leave a n*gga absent when it ring like the late bell
always knew how to make money not make friends
when we slide if you don’t wanna die, better play dead
this n*gga said he on my head i just laughed at him
you a shooter and i ain’t dead you must be bad at it
took a l on strap ain’t in school but i’m back packin
f*ck my old hoes i’m moving forward ain’t no back trackin
pull my pants up, this .40 heavy so i’m back saggin
i lost focus for a minute but i’m back at it
fell off, no g*ngb*ngin but i’m back stacking
like a b*tch arguing wit her n*gga had to clap at em
we all in here strapped like we ziplining
all my n*ggas stay on go, it ain’t sh*t stopping
going broke for these hoes boy look at you
i advise you not to beef wit us if you ain’t bulletproof
talkin all that k!lling sh*t you gotta show me n*gga
ain’t gotta run to the whip that b*tch is on me n*gga
four nickel on me now get to sparkin at you
this b*tch a dog boy don’t let it get to barkin at you
how these n*ggas wanna beef but they ain’t got no cheese
b*tch we want all the smoke i ain’t cop no plea
i ain’t heard lames man we ain’t got no beef
these n*ggas broke saying they trippin they ain’t got no fees
boy i ain’t gotta put no effort to hit that freak
i feel like haha davis boy this finna be a breeze
told yo b*tch to give me head i had a long day
this choppa prolly make that whip go the wrong way
n*gga some and get yo issue we got baby missles
they remind me of my son how they rip through tissue
glockboyz, see a opp we gon gun em down
and if i miss ima turn into dz and turn around, you hear me
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