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Us Pt. 2 lyrics

Performers YTB FattBig Homiie G

Us Pt. 2 song lyrics by YTB Fatt official

Us Pt. 2 is a song in English

(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Woah (woah)

My bitch just text, she havin' PTSD (how?), "You keep on nuttin' in me" (ugh)
I replied, "I'm young and havin' this shit, why not have a baby by me?" (Woah)
Too much drank, might fall off my feet, freestyle, pour a cup every time I eat (woah, woah)
Everywhere I go, all eyes on me, just like to pop it to YTB
This ain't just a truck, this a Cadillac V (skrrt)
Jump in this bitch, get massaged by seats (ooh)
I heard you GAT raw, and smacked before (bitch)
Why your bitch sayin' you in the streets? (Nigga)
I heard your lil' niggas just got whacked (baow)
I heard your whole gang blamin' G (G)
Man, I outside, fuckin' this thick-ass bitch (ugh)
You know how niggas be

I heard they outside lookin' for me
Bruh 'nem sittin' V on the way in the Jeep
That's what I heard, I get drugs from the bitch
You sweet, he ain't see us, shots came from the tree
I ain't goin' out, real killers 'fore they kill that
Told you they'll shoot you in both of your knees
I ain't goin' out, real trappers
Before they shot you, I thought they'd tap on your weed
Psh, bitch, that ain't real, that's weak (can't fool me)
I had every side of the city (they wanna do me)
Ten chains, this my image (big Cubans)
I spent a dub at Lenox (in Pucci)

I spent a dub at Saks (facts), I just be fuckin' on racks (woah)
How many lines you got in that soda? You ain't pourin' up like that (a four)
Hmm, I left a bad bitch on read (read), I don't want nothin' out her but her head (ugh)
I told lil' bro whenever he catch 'em (what?), shoot him everywhere but his legs (baow)
Overkill him, make sure he dead (grrt)
They ain't solve shit, but a cop fled (skrrt)
Whole lotta rounds from a switch and a bunch of smoke
What they news said? (Brrt)

Man, what the news said?
Gotta blitz him, that's what my crew did
All I know, I had the bitch top floor at the penthouse, eatin' on this broomstick
All I know, this ho tryna go home bougie, get hit with this pool stick
All I know, this ho tryna go home, psh, psh, psh, psh, Loaf
Titties on point, she Jamaican (ooh)
Fifty a show, blue bacon (ooh)
I got Foxes in Miami, but they Haitian (what they doin'?)
No questions, they pullin' up quakin' (frrt)

Give me that Tris', fuck Quagen (fuck it)
Already had that bitch, you saved me (ooh)
Nigga, you better check that bitch, 'fore I fuck that ho, doin' all that wavin' (ugh)
All I know, I don't get them M&Ms, this shit, I'm goin' back robbin' (goin' back robbin')
Snatchin' that chain in the rap game
And I'm 'bout the same, boy, my game (give me that)
Bitch keep sayin' she love me, get my face tatted, then fuck my name (fuck my name)
All I see is us (us)
Real talk, fuck your gang (fuck 'em)
All I see is us (us)
Real talk, fuck your gang (fuck your gang)
And I don't know half of these niggas dissin' me, tryna get some fame off my name (off my shit)
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writers: Cavon Paige, Deandre Speaks, Matthew Taylor
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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