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2 nights in dystopia. - lil 86 lyrics

[part 1]

[intro]
i just wanna*

[verse 1]
bullsh*t, you just wanna smoke some better weed
yeah, you stayin’ up, stressin’ over kenny in yo’ sleep
you can’t take a hint for sh*t, the sh*t you did can’t be repaired
he wouldn’t give you d*ck if he knew u a fed
it seems you scared of your own shadow’s little brother, ‘cause you ran away
i guess yo’ work with d4vd wasn’t cap rap
stacy ain’t ya’ b*tch, ’cause she ya’ age
she ain’t young enough for you, so she yo’ (pocket) p*ssy
i guess you could say the same for testimony, i been watchin’, p*ssy
i bet if i took yo’ ass to court, you’d be sobbin’
like that night you found out kenny had a girlfriend to give him his fix
fetal position, all over his floor, where u was throwin’ up the cheese, no, not the money, but the musta, ’cause i know u must* (i just wanna*)

[chorus]
ayy, make a threat, make a threat
like, sh*t, make a threat, make a threat
like, what? ayy, make a threat, make a threat
like, sh*t, make a threat, make a threat

[verse 2]
ayy, go ‘head, make another threat
that’s the formula of all ya’ disses, you ain’t even got a new rumor to spread
it’s just the same old lies, what you do, you do not rap about it
speak on kenny fam again, you might catch somethin’ in yo’ cap about it
oh, so i don’t treat women right? but, n*gga, you a cheat
you was working right by d4vd, and you tell me you ain’t freaked?
you a motherf*ckin’ pedo, n*gga, threatenin’ on cici
can’t crack a baby who just turned four, n*gga
when you said that sh*t, she was three, god d*mn
[part 2]

[verse]
boy, yo’ name need to be registered
d*y*l*a*n*l*a*s*l*e*y on a list
say some sh*t ’bout the fams, and you gon’ get addressed like gettysburg
i’ma need your receipts, don’t want them be like me, well, i’m sorry that n0body listens
but who would listen to a tweet*and*deleter?
stuck on the ‘gram, sendin’ shots and deletin’
is that change of mind, or is that special needs?
you up on a screen, like it’s split, two ds (wait, pause)
you ain’t mangione with a printed glock in 3d
you ain’t k!lled eight, six n*ggas, not even four, three
two nights in dystopia, one without weed
now you look schizophrenic, talk sh*t, ‘pologize, then repeat (okay)
as of late, ya’ music, it been on decline
you don’t wanna admit it, but you, dylan, done lost your muhf*ckin’ mind
better save your career, don’t worry ’bout mine, the f*ck is you talkin’ about?
and the kid that you joked on, he say you got tracks that could k!ll mine, i guess they not out (nah, nah)
now, dylan, back to you, my friend
you was beggin’, eatin’ d*ck, now u thinkin’ of diss, b*tch, this the end (this the end)
now u gotta put a character up in the story, i’m tryna find out, who gianna? (who the f*ck is that?)
i know you a sick b*tch, don’t go twist the clip when i spit on you just like a llama (nah, nah, nah)

[part 3]
[verse]
i been picked my option, knockin’ you out with some sh*t u can’t top, b*tch
“lawyer up!” was a light pack? i got three responses, though
start speakin’ the truth, or f*ck n*gga, stop it
you don’t wanna go there again
’cause, trust me, it ain’t worth the clout or the profit
seems you ain’t learned your lesson from back in the spring, so now i show no mercy on you or your friends
i ain’t talkin’ what you think, i’m really talkin’ ’bout your split up personalities, i know they actin’ up as of late
one of ’em’ll send you to the gates, while the second finna make you see your motherf*ckin’ fate
the third one finna tell you bunch of bullsh*t
the fourth’ll back it up, assurin’ you that everythin’ lookin’ okay
the fifth dylan, he don’t wanna wait
the sixth dylan, he be scared of buildin’ up a motherf*ckin’ case
the seventh dylan dissin’ for attention, ’cause he really doesn’t get it
he don’t see the cost of lyin’ for some praise
the eighth dylan, he ain’t really dylan, he be actin’ tough
dystopian. been duckin’ heat, ya’ homie state*to*state
now he apparently yo’ daddy, man, i heard that you got knocked up by zay, he just one of the eight
no, you wasn’t safe, now you wanna hate
well, i got me somethin’ to muhf*ckin’ say, p*ssy

[part 4]

[intro]
in the back of my mind
in the back of my*
i know how you finna move (how you finna move)
yeah, aah
b*tch, you don’t know what to do
so you gon’ make some sh*t up over boom bap off the ‘tube (off the tube)
yeah, aah
[verse 1]
talked too much sh*t, now i go in
i’m exposin’ all your sins
claim yo’ pen never lies, but you just lied about your f*ckin’ pen
lyin’ puttin sh*t on ken, and his f*ckin’ fam
you think too much about his deezly, sorry, i wasn’t tryn’ offend
don’t call them ya’ second fam, b*tch that’s my second
ya’ better laywer up, ’cause they gon’ call you in, ’cause you the court jester
claim you sat down next to d4vd, and produced “romantic homicide”
i went to riverside, sh*t, plenty times, you wasn’t there any time

[bridge]
if you ain’t finna hurt no one, don’t f*ckin’ lie about it
b*tch, stop, mention rj, and i still ain’t gettin’ chris rocked
talkin’ about sellin’ rock, b*tch, we all know that’s a fib
you crazy, thought you’d make my shawty switch up, when you was movin’ like corinne (when you was movin’ like corinne)

[verse 2]
mandy rode scot like she bippin’ on the highway
i guess she had herself a little accident, now her mind is sideways
she took one of yo’ missin’ chromosomes, now you both r*t*rded
speakin’ on what you sit and watch, and act like you spitted it the hardest
yo’ momma ain’t stood by you for real, she just gave you a pity party
italian think he could say n*gga, go get you a job at olive garden
then go get you an educationn ’cause you f*ckin’ missed it
in school at night, while i sleep, knowin’ you ain’t doin’ sh*t to get me
i don’t got respect for mandy, but respectfully, that b*tch stupid*headed
i know you get it, she think you just a troubled child, that’s really wild
but she don’t know you wanted to a f*ck a toddler, and that you a predator
i wonder what she’d think if she saw you on trial as a pedophile
now let’s talk about scot, not a drunkard, but on the pipe
he f*cked and ducked yo’ momma, pleased that shawty with his little d*ck
then hit up exit 58, got pulled over, pulled right out ya’ life
’cause his lil’ b*tch was wriggin’ on the floor, i know you noticed it
sh*t, was that your inspiration to move like d4vd man?
you threatened to f*ck my lil’ sis who four, and now u play pretend?
that’s sh*t i’d call unheard of, but sh*t, i guess i f*ckin’ heard it
so who’d you k!ll in the back of your mind, did stacy or testimony burden?

[bridge 2]
don’t look to them, don’t look to nicky, don’t look to tommy, don’t look to kenny
don’t speak on kenny, ’cause these is carlo’s words, that i been spittin’
you spent the whole d*mn summer hurtin’, rappin’ worse, while me and kenny grinnin’
show me you got some real bars and real beats, come f*ckin’ get me

[verse 3]
ugh, i wonder if you had enough of this yet
the tellin’ the lies, while i hang the truth over your head
then release it like crackin’ an egg, you could see this sh*t splatter all over your top
run for your life, grab the phone when you see that i dropped, and you can’t help but sob
the mic on ya’ bathroom wall dead
it spoke to me like it was charlie kirk and said, “it hardly hurt”
musta cheese all on yo’ breath
holes in ya’ t**th from them cavities, i bet they burned
betta start takin’ yo’ meds
the weed and the alcohol ain’t finna muhf*ckin’ work
you already done yourself enough dirt by bein a predator, man
get yo’ ass off of the ‘gram, this yo’ chance to go school 86 on his own track, go ahead

- lil 86 lyrics

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