Wet Em Up Pt. 2

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Yeah

Turn me up a lil' bit

Let's roll

Ayy, ooh, ooh (No, no)

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Yeah, yeah

First n*gga play, I bet he die

Bet he get left up in the sky (Left up in the sky)

N*ggas been hatin', wonder why?

I been just lettin' ******s fly (Lettin' ******s fly)

Heard n*ggas talkin' on the book

They don't wan' see us, Smelly Drive (See a homicide)

Heard n*ggas talkin' on the book

They don't wanna see a homicide

We gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up

I don't talk much through the cellular (No, no)

Been in that field thumbin' through drills

Sh*t ain't 'bout nothin', that's regular

And I been on that time, ain't no lettin' up

Don't you think 'cause my paper been gettin' up

I won't drill a n*gga (Grr)

I'll still drill a n*gga, maybe kill a n*gga, *****

40 go dumb, I gave my lil' bro a drum (What else?)

N*gga, you dumb, caught him, he ain't have his gun

I'm gettin' paper, ain't got time for n*ggas, that's just what they want

I don't mean swingin' when I say that MAC leave a n*gga swung

Bro caught a body, he red

No cameras on him, so he might just beat it

And n*ggas don't tell on the stand

Hope n*ggas don't tell on the stand

All these opp n*ggas really be fans (Fans)

She stay on my ****, I know they mad

Tjay been gettin' the bands

Dummy, I had me a plan, try me, get blammed

R.I.P. the guys, free the guys

If he disrespect, then he should die

He ain't gettin' to the money, he a liar

Huh, throw the threes up in the sky

I put in pain

Any who want it, you know they get it, for the gang

Act like you want it, then you could get it, look

Run up the numbers and move like a running back, huh

You know we run up them numbers, so baby talk money, we into that, huh

You know we run up them numbers, so baby talk money, we into that

(You know we run up them numbers, baby, uh, uh)

Uh, look, we put the whole city on the map

Look, whole city on my back

Two or three hoes with me, couple bros with me

They gon' go for me, that's a fact

Pop out, we on timin', huh, yeah, we on timin'

Ask my opps, bet they gon' lie

Ridin' 'round the block with a big ol' nine

We don't get shiggy, nah

We never get shiggy

Back out chops, n*ggas gettin' busy

Roll up the pack, n*ggas gettin' slizzy

I ain't with your sis, probably with your bitty

Ooh, and I get love in my city

Ooh, but ain't no love in my city

Pull up, you catch a slug, on my mama

I gotta wet 'em up, that's a problem

I gotta do it, huh, huh

Run up that bag, know I'm gettin' to it

Ooh, she wanna do it

She wanna f*ck to my music

No ******, boy, I'm too sick

I just been coppin' all this new drip

Hold on, huh, wait, huh

She want Chanel, I just wanna hit

Name ring bells all up on your strip

Toilet gang, n*gga, I'm the sh*t, huh

(Said toilet gang, n*gga, I'm the sh*t, uh)

(Toilet gang, n*gga, I'm the sh*t)

First n*gga play, I bet he die

Bet he get left up in the sky (Left up in the sky)

N*ggas been hatin', wonder why?

I been just lettin' ******s fly (Lettin' ******s fly)

Heard n*ggas talkin' on the book

They don't wan' see us, Smelly Drive (See a homicide)

Heard n*ggas talkin' on the book

They don't wanna see a homicide

We gon' wet 'em up, wet 'em up

I don't talk much through the cellular (No, no)

Been in that field thumbin' through drills

Sh*t ain't 'bout nothin', that's regular

And I been on that time, ain't no lettin' up

Don't you think 'cause my paper been gettin' up

I won't drill a n*gga (Grr)

I'll still drill a n*gga, maybe kill a n*gga, *****