Denzel Curry - King Of The Mischievous South, Vol. 2 Album Lyrics

Yeah, this ya boy Skinny Pimp
Straight out of Memphis, Tennessee
Reppin' that ULTRA shit
That real street shit
A hustler's motivation to get that money
While staying sucker-free
Keep them motherf*ckin' straps
Just in case you gotta split a rotten-ass nigga wig
King Of The Mischievous South, Vol. 2
F*ck anything-

Got your .9, got your .9
(ULTRAGROUND)
Showin' no love
Watch the whole-watch the whole-watch the whole industry imitate
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the f*ck you got started?

Rollin' up a leaf cigar
Sittin' in the back of my car
High as I wanna be, high as I ever been
Dressed in all black, on the creep like the president
Showin' no love, ready to kill
Make so much money from drugs that I deal
Pop at a nigga then pop me a seal
All over my city they smoking them pills

Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the f*ck you got started?
Got your-Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
Ridin' with my .9 tucked, stuck in the party

Here's the gist, I'm creepin' to take all your bank out the vault, ho
Give it up or you will be First 48, the first episode
Niggas tryin', niggas dyin', shootin' ballistics all over the place
Like an astronaut, this plastic Glock will knock your head to space
A Glizzock, a A, double that K, it's a murder case
No underground niggas, we ULTRAGROUND niggas
We watch the whole industry imitate
Same day pay 'cause we gon' make what niggas won't forget ('get)
ULTRAGROUND, we started from ground up, nigga, it's over with
Gotta get money, I gotta get paper
I got me some guap and I got me some haters
I got me a Glock and it came with a laser
You f*ckin' with ULTRA, you gon' meet yo' maker
That's what you get, bein' a ho
ULT follow that up, we don't fold
That's what you get, bein' a ho
ULT follow that up, we don't fold

Rollin' up a leaf cigar
Sittin' in the back of my car
High as I wanna be, high as I ever been
Dressed in all black, on the creep like the president
Nina, nina, trick, have you seen her?
Poppin' yo' gums like you ain't heard of me
Play with me, bitch, and it's gon' be a murder scene

Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the f*ck you got started?
Got your-Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
Ridin' with my .9 tucked, stuck in the party

My dawg'nem bought a pound, so we inhalin' a bunch of smoke
The price of fame, I know it's coke
Me, I threw up, murder she wrote
Bitch, I'm with everything, carry a heavy thang
Hit you and hit you, it's messin' up everything
Cannot be one of them niggas that's never on business
'Cause, nigga, I gotta get everything
Niggas be trippin' with me like they know me or somethin'
But, nigga, you no friend of mine
Niggas be wastin' they time
Mane, if I'm lyin', I'm dyin', pull out my .9
Respect the fact that I gotta get to it
These niggas can't do it, it bother them bad
Talkin' shit under yo' breath
But will it continue when I got my foot up your ass?
Talk out the whip then blast
Hop out the whip, then blast
I told you 'bout talkin' that crazy shit
Now look at you pushing up daisies, bitch
Hop out the whip then blast
I got my foot up they ass
I told you 'bout talkin' that crazy shit
Now look at you pushing up daisies, bitch

Rollin' up a leaf cigar
Sittin' in the back of my car
High as I wanna be, high as I ever been
Dressed in all black on the creep like the president
Nina, nina, trick, have you seen her?
Poppin' yo' gums like you ain't heard of me
Play with me, bitch, and it's gon' be a murder scene

Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
ULTRAGROUND shit, what the f*ck you got started?
Got your-Got your .9, got my .9
Niggas know this ULTRA shit
Ridin' with my .9 tucked, stuck in the party

ULTRAGROUND shit, what the f*ck you got started?
ULTRA-ULTRAGROUND shit, what the f*ck you got started?
ULTRAGROUND shit, ULTRA-ULTRAGROUND shit
What the f*ck, what the f*ck, what the f*ck-f*ck you got started?

Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, yuh, yuh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Set it off, set it off, set it right there, huh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, yuh, yuh
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, Ultimate (I'm working on dying)

Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (okay, baby)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (brr)

Wipe off the blood off my kicks
I wash and I rinse, I do it like this, too fresh
Tight as the tug on my clinch
I got me a grip, I made for my quick finesse (finesse)
Niggas always want you checkin' in
Or they checkin' on you soon as you get a check
They always told me more money, more problems
But when I was broke they gave me shit for less (for less)
Feel like J.F.k (pew)
I'm tryna keep my head on straight
But niggas dying every day (day)
So everything ain't okay (okay)
Red skies rainin' black snowflakes (snowflakes)
When they slide, no face, no case (no case)
Double back to the same location (location)
Last thing a nigga heard, they erased 'em (brrah)
Whether it's earth, wind, or fire, you out of your element
My reign a terror is not for the weatherman
Curry the killer, Aquarius'Killa, that nigga been levelin' up
Denzel the ultimate, call me Big Ultra
Ult coming through, swarmin' like vultures
Dead to opposers and those that are posers
Givin' out smoke and we passin' out rovers

Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (okay, baby)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo, okay)

Trigger Maxo, choppa shoot his baby mama
Traps like a kettle, bomb you like Osama (boom)
Bullets through the roof, bulletproof the Hamo
Niggas switch up on you when you makin' commas
F*ck that, nan nigga made me (uh-huh)
Never trust a partner, gotta watch 'em cause they janky (what?)
South West, murder block when we bang C (South West)
Choppa f*ck a nigga up like Tay Keith (let's get it)
Denzel no Curry, shoot the 30 like Curry
Up the fire, he retired, tell 'em, "Hang a nigga jersey" (uh)
Hol' on, Maxo, Kobe, shoot like Jordan (what?)
Shotclock on the opp, we scorin' (okay)
If it's up then it's stuck (Maxo)
Nigga, ain't no comin' down (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
Pistol trigger, Maxo (break it down, weigh it up)
See my baby Drac', a hunnid rounds (set it off)

Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (I'ma set it right there)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (okay, baby)
Run it right there
Nigga wanna set it off, set it right there, huh, yuh (brr)

Ah, yeah, never let no nigga trick you off these streets
Gotta watch all these damn fools tryna play cool
Then go with they move, you know what I'm sayin'?
Every whip we in, strapped up with dark tint, ya dig?
I'd rather be judged by twelve than carried by six

I can make money fro-
I can make money fro-
I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (yeah, ho)
So much drive (yeah), so much drive (yeah)
So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass)
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
(Sixty-six thousand real folks strapped to bust yo' ass)

I can make money from the comfort of my sofa (sofa)
So much drive, now I gotta get a chauffeur (chauffeur)
One day I'll be big, but I know I'm gettin' closer (closer)
Call me Denzel, AKA Big Ultra
The wo-, the world in my hands 'cause I took it off ya' shoulders (shoulders)
Marni on my fit, you know I got this shit from Lower (Lower)
I'm balling like Mike when you see him on the poster
Like Yachty, gotta keep one in my holster, strike

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?

Ain't no beatin' me, I'm blessed in life
Money, dick, and dollar signs
Know you ain't gon' say it
Blow your top, let's see what's on your mind
Ex-nigga, let him go 'cause how you broke like every time?
Fifty on my chest, I got like forty on my panty-line
If he said I did him dirty, sorry, but I needed mine
Ain't doin' crimes, he gon' do it for me 'cause I'm super fine
Aunt Jemine, cookin' bitches up, I'm eatin' every time
Get on your grind, you bitches couldn't see me if you all combined, huh

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath) (yeah)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?

F*ck a new chain, I got a new house
Oh, that's your boo thang? She need a new mouth (yeah)
I flash the gold fangs, that's just my root canal
Every time I get dressed, I gotta move my bowels (shit on niggas, yeah, yeah)
No kizzy, ain't feelin' them niggas
My bulletproof vest is made out of chinchilla
Walk through the trenches, no need for the hitters
I flip a lil' milli', I copped me a villa
Diamonds is silly, more ice than Vanilla
Got on Ricky with Bottega Veneta
Walk in my section, you need an umbrella
Got this shit lit and we never gon' let up

(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Ain't shit changed but the number on my front door
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
F*ck around and catch a hot one to yo' temple, ho
(F*ck you, you gon' catch a hot one, too, feel my wrath)
Got a new chain, what you think I brought the strap for?

Yo, y'all know what time it is
Black flag on everything, stay protected
Move real smooth, know what I'm sayin'?
Don't spare nothing, let's go

Ayy, black flag all on my mic (on my mic)
I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right hey)
Being broke my kryptonite (huh), being rich my superpower (huh)
Smokin' on these bitter niggas, in my hood we call it sour (smoke)
From the southside of F-L-A, been through Dade and Broward
Musty-ass kush on me, smellin' like a golden shower (the shower)
Yeah, I like my weed louder, bitches badder, niggas realer (ayy)
I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla (nah)

Take these niggas to escuela, nigga, I speak español (school)
I don't deal with pussy niggas, never hang with messy hoes (no)
Hangin' with them Cubans, boy, you thought he was from Mexico
One love to my Jamaican niggas, sak pasé to all my Zoes (all my Zoes)
I don't even speak creole, bitch, I only speak my mind (huh)
If my music made you deaf then, bitch, my jewelry made you blind (bling, baow)
Did it all with one flow, niggas used to double-time (uh-huh)
Yeah, I used to smart-talk, but now I had to dumb it down (dumb it down)
Straight record Zel, bitch, I'm blowin' up the spot (ayy)
I'm a Carol City nigga, mane, y'all hoes must've forgot (ayy)
I am not an emo rapper and I ain't no f*ckin' herd nigga (what else?)
I was whoopin' ass since the first, second, and third, nigga (what else?)
Girls that be in love with me be the type to curve niggas (curve)
Your hoes take a cock or two, so that bitch a bird, nigga
Could be in The Firm, nigga, look at what I earned, nigga
I'ma keep it P, only thing missin' is a perm, nigga (nigga)

Ayy, black flag all on my mic (on my mic)
I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right hey)
Being broke my kryptonite (huh), being rich my superpower (huh)
Smokin' on these bitter niggas, in my hood we call it sour (smoke)
From the southside of F-L-A, been through Dade and Broward
Musty-ass kush on me, smellin' like a golden shower (the shower)
Yeah, I like my weed louder, bitches badder, niggas realer (ayy)
I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla

Brown flag on my steering wheel, I'm so stuck, I'm steering still
F*cked her, had an oil spill, this Draco built like Bushwick Bill
Like I'm from New York, I'm a real born rider
Pull out this long nose revolver like, "Howdy"
Coolin' at South Park, high as f*ck like Towelie
Sippin' on Crayola, Backwood full of Maui
I'm so caught up with the burnt Burberry
Pants saggin', my dick and balls too heavy
Turn his noodle pack into spaghetti
Then ride with his body on the hood of the Chevy
F-L-A, what the f*ck is the deal?
Bitch, I'm straight out of Texas, we keepin' it trill
Got Kill Bill in me, got King of the Hill
I'm a Activis sipper, I stay crackin' seals
Cocaine get a hit and a hundred-dollar bill
I'ma delete him with millimeters, nah, for real
I cut it off with people, you just like to feel
I'm beefin' with alligators 'cause I killed they cousin
Just to make his bitch-ass into boots
They hollow to the bone, I'm strong with the roots
Got a mouth full of diamonds, lookin' like Fruity Loops

They know I'm the truth, make them disappear, poof
Hit from the back, make the pussy go pewf
Traphouse in the south, got shooters on the roof
I'm a dog-ass Mexican, woof-woof-woof
They know I'm the truth, make them disappear, poof
Hit from the back, make the pussy go pewf
Traphouse in the south, got shooters on the roof
I'm a dog-ass Mexican, woof-woof-woof

Ayy, black flag all on my mic (on my mic)
I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right hey)
Being broke my kryptonite (huh), being rich my superpower (huh)
Smokin' on these bitter niggas, in my hood we call it sour (smoke)
From the southside of F-L-A, been through Dade and Broward
Musty-ass kush on me, smellin' like a golden shower (the shower)
Yeah, I like my weed louder, bitches badder, niggas realer (ayy)
I don't play about my family, 'bout my business, 'bout my skrilla

I don't wanna hear shit you gotta say, mane
I'm the most mischievous motherf*cker you gon' ever hear
Oh, yeah, you motherf*cker got a problem here
Hit ya head with the blitz
Smack, smack
That's your skull getting cracked
Hope I don't break my Rolex
Oh, yeah, I'm on yo' ass
I got all the tension for the shit that you mentioned
Hoping for intervention, you dig?
What's yo' hood like, my nig'?
Over here we split yo' motherf*cking wig for the shit that you did
Yeah, I'm on yo' ass, nigga, for all that small talk you said with no bread
Let me take that duct tape off your mouth ans see what you

What, what, what, what
What, what, what, what

What's up? Tell me what the f*ck you gotta say to me? (What?)
What's up? Tell me what the f*ck you gotta say to me? (Wh-what?)
F*ck you, I ain't hearin' shit unless you payin' me (huh?)
F*ck you, I ain't hearin' shit unless you payin' me (let's go)

G's up, G's up, G's up, G's up
G's up, G's up, gotta get my cheese up (yeah, yeah)
G's up, G's up, G's up, G's up
Make it understood to the niggas makin' cheese, man (yeah, yeah)

Underground, under God, so much hate since I been on
G-o-d my confidant, can't put my trust in anyone (okay, okay)
These niggas been trying to hang me
Read all of the ropes that they showed me
One, other men tryna expose me
He don't wanna fight, but watch me closely
Why you so stuck in the past?
You should've been stuck on a bag
Path, it was seen, all my prophecy
Lookin' at zeroes then flipped to apostrophes
I made a commoner, you just a comic relief (relief)
What do you have that's in common with me? (With me)
Last I heard him was that hate were mostly P-I-E (yeah, yeah)

What's up? Tell me what the f*ck you gotta say to me? (Hey, what?)
What's up? Tell me what the f*ck you gotta say to me? (Hey, wh-what?)
F*ck you, I ain't hearin' shit unless you payin' me (yeah, okay)
F*ck you, I ain't hearin' shit unless you payin' me (yeah, yeah, let's go)

G's up, G's up, G's up, G's up
G's up, G's up, gotta get my cheese up (yeah, oaky)
G's up, G's up, G's up, G's up (yeah, oaky)
Make it understood to the niggas make 'em cheese, man (2 Chainz)

Mischievous, believe us, Jesus crossed 'em
Heard they was tryna keep up with what I was doin', they got exhausted
I gave her the D like she was tryna play some offense
I gave her the D like she was tryna play some offense
Moshpit, moshpit, moshpit, moshpit (yeah, yeah)
Still participate in gymnastic, make your car flip
Ah shit, pop it Toni, I'm discussin' prices on it
Say you want a piece of me, know I got the toppings on me

What's up? Tell me what the f*ck you gotta say to me? (yeah)
What's up? Tell me what the f*ck you gotta say to me? (What's up? What's up?)
F*ck you, I ain't hearin' shit unless you payin' me (huh?)
F*ck you, I ain't hearin' shit unless you payin' me (let's go, true)

G's up, G's up, G's up, G's up (alright)
G's up, G's up, gotta get my cheese up (yeah, the cheese)
G's up, G's up (G), G's up, G's up (G)
Make it understood to the niggas make 'em cheese, man (2 Chainz)

They knowin' that I ride with the piece untucked (wow)
Tell a Kim Jong Un when I pop this trunk (yeah)
Shawty gon' change when she hop in the truck (let's go)
Inside peanut butter, outside Ku Klux
Keep it two cents, I don't give two f*cks
Made the price of two bricks 'fore the sun comes up
Tell lil' ass niggas don't do too much
He was cool to y'all, he a fool to us
Now, I know you eatin', but to me, that's lunch
Now, I know she vegan and you probably like, "What?" (huh?)
Shawty tryna meet up (meet up), she call to eat my meat up
She do it like she don't like the dealers
The money and I signed a prenup
So if I leave, it's still with me, bruh
So P like (uh)
Bitch, you know exactly

What's up? Tell me what the f*ck you gotta say to me? (What?)
What's up? Tell me what the f*ck you gotta say to me? (Wh-what?)
F*ck you, I ain't hearin' shit unless you payin' me (huh?)
F*ck you, I ain't hearin' shit unless you payin' me (let's go)

G's up, G's up, G's up, G's up
G's up, G's up, gotta get my cheese up (yeah, yeah)
G's up, G's up, G's up, G's up
Make it understood to the niggas makin' cheese, man (yeah, yeah)

Time for me to act-, time-time-time for me to act
Like a psychopathic lunatic, lunatic, lunatic
Time for me to act-, time for-, time for me to act
Like a lunatic, lunatic, lunatic, lunatic
Time for me to act-, time-time-time for me to act
Like a psychopathic lunatic, lunatic, lunatic
Time for me to act-, time-time-time for me to act
Like a lunatic, lunatic, lunatic, lunatic

[Denzel Curry]
Damn, nigga (He's heating up)
Damn, nigga
Damn, nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Damn, nigga)

I don't trust nobody because some want me to suffer (Suffer)
Even Jesus called a nigga out on his last supper (Judas)
Tell it like it is 'cause I don't st-st-stutter (Stutter)
All these Jamaican shottas tell your crew, "Go suck your mudder" (Baow)
What could you do, huh? Try me, they put you in suits, huh, huh
You is a fluke, huh, I play your bitch like a flute, huh, huh
With all the shit that I seen, this water so sick as a flu, huh, huh
Treatin' my people like animals, bitch, I grew up in the zoo, huh, huh
Monkey fist, mixed with Bruce Lee kicks, you get your kufi split (Uh, yeah)
Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofied this (Uh)
It's ludicrous, I'll bе lit forever 'till I say I'm f*ckin' through with this
Snatched thе power from you 'cause you don't know what to do with it

And I said what I said (Bitch)
Bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared

And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Bitch)

[Kenny Mason]
Power Ranger Glock, bullets came in different colors (Brrt)
Bitch, the crib I'm in got more sticks than acupuncture
Ain't on safety, press to coverage, who in the f*ck he think he pressin'?
Tryna convince the press you tough'll get you pussies pressed in public (Free)
Give me the loot, shoot, bullets at enemy troops
I got more arms than a centipede, but he still'll get beat like he sendin' me loops
Shitted on any attempt to keep Ken in the kennel, the criminals finna get loose
Niggas is cinnamon, sit him in food
Lord, if he play, I send him to yous, split up in two (Boo)
F*ck a truce, we was tuckin' tools, headed to Sunday school
Bitch, I go where the funds come in twos, no, and it's not with you
Hundred racks on your noggin if I'm online and notice your comments rude (Uh)
Tryna act like you scared, nigga, you said what you said

[Denzel Curry]
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome)
And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared)
I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt)
I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds)
I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Bitch)

[Gangsta Blac]
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'
Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo'

[Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
You know, the way you begin is the way you end (Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo')
When you got a two's and know all the rules (Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo')
She gon' choose wisely (Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack you for yo')

She lovin' it, she lovin' it, she love it here
She keep tellin' me to stay, she know I gotta go
I might tell a joke but I'd never tell a lie
I told her pick a side, told mama hit my line
No hesi', no hesi', no hesitation
She ain't got no patience, already want a vacation
Only been for me like two months and already thinkin' 'bout movin' in
Who she think she f*ckin' with? She must think I'm a whole trick
(She'll never change, she want this life)
(Then you got to prove to her that you could give her this kind of life)
(Grow up to billions can it only take place)

(Cole)

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Lamb chop, rockin' Forgiato rims though
Big player, but I gotta keep me a slim ho
My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though
I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here (yeah), she ain't goin' nowhere

Love the Louis sweater
I could never sweat up
Blowin' up her phone, man, you gotta do better
A ho gon' be a ho, so you might as well let her
I'ma keep it P, you know the other three letters
Rolls-Royce Cullinan, I ain't gotta say nothin'
I ain't got no pick-up line, my car gon' make the ho get in
She gon' get a piece of the pie, I never cut her in
You ain't never broke a bitch, you too busy cuddlin'
Break her heart and f*ck her friend, fresher than a peppermint
This that pimp shit, I make her never fall in love again
Ballin' on these hoes, but I ain't keepin' score
You know my game go, I'm talkin' all pro

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Lamb chop, rockin' Forgiato rims though
Big player, but I gotta keep me a slim ho
My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though
I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere

Cold pimp got them panties droppin', got them panties droppin'
I could change your life, so don't act like I ain't got no options
All of them niggas that's microscopic compared to a real pimp
Hot-heated or cold-blooded or warm-hearted, they still simp
Hoes be makin' mad attempts to f*ck up a nigga's dough
'Cause they only wanna get rich quick, so they ride on the back of my coat
Ayy, twerkin' and poppin', head boppin'
Sweet when she droppin', she do it with no hands
Like she was ridin' a bike, my bitch ain't bi, but she cold be on command
Top-notch hoes get the most not the lesser
I'ma get the bag like a top-notch finesser
Money talkin' to me like, "Hey, Alexa"
"Tell me what's the reason for this bih that you be mad for?" (Yeah)

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Lamb chop, rockin' Forgiato rims though
Big player, but I gotta keep me a slim ho
My drawers Celine, but my denim came from Rick though
I can't leave my house without my Glock, I keep the
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere
Ayy, she love it here, she ain't goin' nowhere

(I can show you lame niggas how to do this)
That Ultraground music
Ridin' in the Urus with a chopper and I use it
Put your title up, you'll lose it
I'll prove it
Matter fact, I stamped and approved it
Straight Ultraground makes all them haters get down
You understand what I'm sayin'?

I can, I can, I can show you lame niggas how to do this
Stack your money up, be about your business
'Cause hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist
H-hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist
I can show you lame niggas how to do this
Stack your money up, be about your business
'Cause hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist
H-hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist (ayy, okay)

Ayy, I met this girl the other night
She said she wanna get with me and f*ck Armani White (White)
Respectfully declined because I said I got a wife (I got a-)
She said she want a threesome and her best friend is a dyke (well, goddamn)
Known around the way, I started hearin' about her type
Always with the ball players, that's the ones she likes
She got her titties done and I guess they look alright
They call her Princess Peach, she downin' every nigga pipe (Super Mario)
In and out of DMs tryna be a rapper BM (woo)
She gon' get the W, I skrrt off when I see 'em (skrrt)
I know it's gon' get worse when I start doin' coliseums (yeah)
Hoes gon' be hoes, I just call it how I see 'em (damn)
Let me clarify, I ain't talkin' 'bout all women (nah)
Some just wanna settle down and have a couple children
For all my rapper homies, just be careful while you tourin'
You meet a pretty girl, but her intentions ain't the purest (she a bitch)

I can show you lame niggas how to do this
Stack your money up, be about your business
'Cause hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist
H-hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist (what you want?)
I can show you lame niggas how to do this
Stack your money up, be about your business
'Cause hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist
H-hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist (ayy, ayy, ayy, what you want?)

Ayy, second phone buzzin', just delete the other number, yeah
Cruisin' that 103 'til I seen a freak that went to Rutgers (yeah)
She was peekin' out the covers, she said, "GT, wait"
(you know this, man?) Yeah
Grew up down the street, my uncles beatin' up her brothers (woo)
I said, "Bitch, jumpin' back, shit been lit, f*ck you at?"
She was just runnin' packs, Emmitt Smith, run it back
She out here makin' sales, brother and them just caught a body
Now she gon' be payin' bail
Paintin' nails, callin' me Sonic the Hedgehog the way I be chasin' tail
Pusher bitch, you know she got them grams in the mail
I'm in Miami, so you know them bitches fans of Denzel
I'm callin' them back with a fifty, she wanted them titties did and BBL
She said, "Ooh," bitch, you 'bout to make me cancel this Zelle
She said hood is home but she in a condo that her buddy own
Pay me good 'cause she good as gone, boy, you should have known
Callin' me up on fifty phones, foot on all these trippy hoes
Never let them keep me on my tippy-toes

I can show you lame niggas how to do this
Stack your money up, be about your business
'Cause hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist
H-hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist (what you want?)
I can show you lame niggas how to do this
Stack your money up, be about your business
'Cause hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist
H-hoes gon' be hoes, they come with a wishlist (what you want?)

(I'm working on dying)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah

Hit the floor (I hit the floor), hit the floor (I hit the floor)
Hit the floor, hit the, hit the, hit the floor (just like a body)
Hit the floor (I hit the floor), hit the floor (I hit the floor)
Hit the floor, hit the, hit the, hit the floor (just like a body)
Hit the floor
Yeah, what's up? What's happenin', dawg? What's goin' on? (Hit the floor)
Yeah, we set it off, we always set the tone (hit the floor)
Yeah, what's up? What's happenin', dawg? What's goin' on? (Hit the floor)
Yeah, we set it off, we always set the tone (hit the floor)

Yeah (ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy)
Yeah, yeah (yuh)
Yeah (okay), hey

I told them, "Let's get it," like gecko, let go
My pocket fat, my pocket on preggo (let go)
F*ck up a set like collage (let go)
Bitch, I stay high like the head of a crow (yuh, yuh)
Bitch, I stay down like the ten of my toes (yuh)
Like I'm Kim Scott I can show you the ropes
Hyperventilating, hyperbolic chamber
Hypothermia, my neck is on froze (yuh)
This that keep a stick
Like I can't see in this bitch, yuh (can't see in this)
Why they on my dick? (Why they on?)
Because of all the money that I get, yuh (look at it)
Wouldn't even touch your bitch (yuh)
But if I want to, crack her like Ritz (yuh, yuh)
Got em' sick like they smoked too much nic', uh-huh
Check the playbook 'cause I'm 'bout to blitz, uh-huh
Got 'em shocked like Blanca, that's it
In the tropic with a chocolate bunny, Nesquik (water)
See the block done built up, Tetris
Yeah, I see them niggas looking funny, peasants
Yeah, I know why they uncomfortable, my presence
And I pull up in convertible, press this (yuh)
And I need to know the measurements by the metric
'Cause I'm 'bout to f*ckin' slide like it's electric

Hit the floor (I hit the floor), hit the floor (I hit the floor)
Hit the floor, hit the, hit the, hit the floor (just like a body)
Hit the floor (I hit the floor), hit the floor (I hit the floor)
Hit the floor, hit the, hit the, hit the floor (just like a body)
Hit the floor
Yeah, what's up? What's happenin', dawg? What's goin' on? (Hit the floor)
Yeah, we set it off, we always set the tone (hit the floor)
Yeah, what's up? What's happenin', dawg? What's goin' on? (Hit the floor)
Yeah, we set it off, we always set the tone (hit the floor)

I let the clip hit the floor, I let the clip hit the floor
Niggas be talking shit
Nigga, just give me the go, nigga, just give me the go
F*ck all the other shit
Nigga, I wanna get dough, nigga, I wanna get dough
Take it or leave it, or lose it (huh)
We gon' get some more, nigga, we'll never go broke (yeah)
Fine with this shit, rockin' diamonds and shit
Blindin' and shit, why you eyein' the shit?
Lately, I aim with the silencer, shit
Bitch, I've been f*ckin' with the .9 and shit
Most of my motion been focused on hits
When I start goin', it's gon' hit the floor (floor)
Like it's a couple of Franklins right out of my pocket
I throw it at a butt-naked ho (ho, yeah)

Just like a body (like a body)
Just like a body (like a body)
Soon as it drop, mane, go get my money (get my money)
I told my niggas (told my niggas)
I let 'em know (I let 'em know)
Soon as I drop, mane (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hit the floor (I hit the floor), hit the floor (I hit the floor)
Hit the floor, hit the, hit the, hit the floor (just like a body)
Hit the floor (I hit the floor), hit the floor (I hit the floor)
Hit the floor, hit the, hit the, hit the floor (just like a body)
Hit the floor
Yeah, what's up? What's happenin', dawg? What's goin' on? (Hit the floor)
Yeah, we set it off, we always set the tone (hit the floor)
Yeah, what's up? What's happenin', dawg? What's goin' on? (Hit the floor)
Yeah, we set it off, we always set the tone (hit the floor)

(Niggas in the hood)

I'm 'bout my profit, if I rob plug, I'm the socket
Run that shit up, bitch, I'm Sonic
Feelin' iconic, need my dick wet, I'm aquatic
My life a comic, bitch, I'm lit, electronic
This the new wave, catastrophic
Smokin' on chronic, rockin' black flag like I'm gothic
In my hood, I'm trending topic
You outta pocket, my bitch, she foreign, exotic
I'm 'bout my skrilla deposits, in love with narcotics
Drip on your bitch like the faucet
Hate be so rubber, the love is so toxic
Groupie hoes eat me up like I'm chocolate
Day ones with me, niggas clique hoppin'
Shooters with me, I'm too known to be boxin'
Niggas hoes on Twitter be flaugin'
See me out and

Smoke that ganja, that's that loud pack
Have yo' ass smacked (uh-uh)
Click-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat
(Niggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I'm cheefing on a spliff (ayy)

Pull up on the block, what's good? (Niggas)
Try me, wish a nigga would (niggas)
Try me, hit you with the wood (niggas)
Misfits, misunderstood (niggas)
Never been these Hollywood (niggas)
This goes out to the hood (niggas)
Police pull up and pop (niggas)
All they wanna do is drop (niggas)
Spin a nigga block, we gon' aim at the top
Capital punishment like we were backed by the government
Boys on my avenue runnin' shit
Wait, wait, wait, hol' up (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
We made you history 'cause we rewrote it
Wet up your body, that nigga eroded
Move with emotion, you left with no motion
If it ain't opps, what the f*ck am I smokin'?

Smoke that ganja, that's that loud pack
Have yo' ass smacked (uh-uh)
Klick-clack, knock your shit back, no more chit-chat
(Niggas in the hood)
Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I'm cheefing on a spliff
Gr-Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I'm cheefing on a spliff
Gr-Grabba leaf, keep a nigga high, I'm cheefing on a spliff (uh)

Twenty clips, hollow tips, hit, rip through a nigga bitch hip
Now she got a slip disc, rip
All I hear is "R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P." shit
Rest in peace, so you know, it's only right I rip this shit here
Nigga, my nigga, lil' nigga, my nigga
Negative word, make it a verb
Nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, lil' nigga
(Nigga? F*ck is wrong with you?)
My weird homie rock a blonde lace like '98 Eminem
Him again, nail paint, art, hell nah, I ain't feminine
I'm way too gifted, trippin', I'm feeling conflicted
This lifestyle is way too addictive
F*ck it, get lifted
My boy got a plug on prescriptions
I'm sick without feeling no symptoms
Still ain't no cure for the sickness
Feel like my sisters look better as strippers
All of my brothers is headed to prison
No love for the sick or the dead or no victims, nigga

Niggas in the hood

And there you have it
King Of The Mischievous South Vol. 2
You know what I'm talking about?
You dig what I'm saying, man?