Intro Part 2

Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff

This the Intro Part 2

Beat By Jeff

This the 2, been overdue

Bruh, I'm ranked uno

AK with me, new money gang

Kel with me, turn up

Rank one, yeah, ayy, ayy

Play with that youngin, that ***** gon' bomb

Run up that sack, give that **** to my mom

Plugged in with the fashion, this **** came from Tom

I came from the mud, this **** took some time

I remix the drank and serve it like he blind

Put **** in your *****, that lil' ***** be cryin'

I still go the past like I press rewind

Give me that head, baby come with your mind

Too many bustdown, make them hoes wait in line

We know you broke lil' *****, you just fine

And I went up like a balloon

The pack is sealed like a co****

I'm a young ass *****, I'm a young ty****

We hunt them *****s, they life gon' be doomed

I left that *****, she ain't match my speed

I'm a star, walk in the club, no ID

She love me, eat me, P-I-E

If you try to jack you gon' D-I-E

We took his gas, left his ass on E

Brand new glizzy, I got it from D

I'm full of that drank, pull over, gotta pee

I come with the draco, I heard it had peas

You don't know how to shoot, boy go to the gun range

Big bad wolf, I let my **** hang

Come to PE, we gon' shoot through your Mustang

White red Hellcat, it's like a candy cane

Stop callin' my phone

Your ***** got wet, had to put up some cones

My hair really nappy, I need me a comb

Spin a bin, put six in his dome

***** drop off the package and then get it gone

My ears keep poppin', you know that I flown

Why they sayin' Glocky? These **** *****s clones

Read through your ***** like Junie B. Jones

Touchdown ooh, Julio Jones

Mafia **** like Al Capone

You don't come around 'cause you know that you told

Droppin' off pints, had to go on the road

I sit down and go out to eat

Smokin' big woods on the penthouse balcony

We in the field but don't got no cleats

I keep a K 'cause these **** *****s after me

I know that I make these **** *****s jealous

Ain't worried 'bout ****, we gon' blow like propellers

We be talkin' cut-throat, don't send letters

We takin' bread so please don't let us

Your ***** smokin' cigarettes, that ***** stressin'

My ***** wear LV, we livin' blessed

I'm back on that **** ****, you know the rest

You come off some tough ****, we takin' your breath

The left ain't feel right, killed him and left

I'm sippin' good off the top of the shelf

I'm top tier

Lil' brother the devil, he don't have fears

We seekin' revenge, we don't shed tears

Pull up to your spot, we killin' our peers

We pull up and shoot like the old Paul Pierce

It's a jugg on the way, let me know when you here

Thank God I'm the man, they gon' come from the rear

We made the crash like they drivin' off beer

We took all the **** and ran off on them queers

Yeah, back at it *****

Hah, back at it but your ho a crack addict, hah

Yeah, new money, gang gang, yeah

Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff