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2 ruthless - mg sleepy lyrics

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)

[verse 1]
honestly, i don’t even rap, i just talk stupid
b*tch, i don’t fall in love, told her call cupid
pop a n*gga then i’m switchin’ clips, i’ll reshoot you
brodie quick, he shootin’ off the dribble but we not hoopin’

[verse 2]
sold his ass some fake runtz, now he look stupid
i don’t know why n*ggas got them guns ’cause they ain’t gon’ use it
i can’t ride with lil’ bro ’cause he too ruthless
pop a n*gga while we on the road, now we reroutin’ (ayy)
slide down an opp block, hope i see a n*gga
same place i caught him is where i’ma leave a n*gga
she said if i cheat on her, she gon’ leave a n*gga
lil’ bougie b*tch act like she don’t need a n*gga

[verse 3]
hold on
’cause i don’t see a n*gga
n*ggas broke as h*ll, i wouldn’t wanna be you n*ggas
beat a n*gga ass, i f*ck around and meep a n*gga
twin glocks in the whip, venus and serena, n*gga
[verse 4]
heard they tryna beef with us, that’s like you fightin’ demons, n*gga
twin glocks in the whip, we’d start deletin’ n*ggas
it’s like my eyes closed, i don’t never see these n*ggas
load up all the glocks and get to spinnin’ like a cd, n*gga
this a freestyle off the head, i ain’t write this
my gun don’t like n*ggas like a dyk*, b*tch
same n*ggas gettin’ took down, what the hype is
instagram beefin’*ass n*ggas tryna type sh*t

[verse 5]
d*mn, i got a warrant, i’m a flight risk
got a refridgerator with no food, this where the pint live
brodie sellin’ tenths for five, i need like six
rob a n*gga ‘fore he got to use it, he gon’ die p*ssed

[verse 6]
hold on, please do not believe the hype, b*tch
we comin’ off the top, me and my n*ggas didn’t write sh*t
30 hangin’ out the glock, that’s a sidekick
i put the cheese up in the attic where the mice live

[interlude]
you said you gon’ put the cheese where the mice live?

[verse 7]
hit a n*gga up, no, they can’t save him
before i ever go and write a statement, they could hang me
no, i ain’t got grams for ten thanks to bank3
spin a n*gga block then double back, that’s a repeat
made it disappear, now they sayin’ i got buddhoo
we don’t trust b*tches at the stu’ thanks to lulu
n*ggas sayin in they music, that sh*t doo*doo
i could f*ck your b*tch at the crib watchin’ hulu
[verse 8]
i know how to get a b*tch to f*ck me, shoutout baby d
eatin’ jerk dinners in the room watchin’ open preach
b*tch, i’ve been runnin’ up a check since my abcs
we all players in the game, ain’t no coachin’ me

- mg sleepy lyrics

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