Cue The Drummer Y2 & TF (Ft. T.F)

(Y2 Verse)
Yea
Bitch I'm still the shit
End of story P.S
Still got haters pissed
P'n on em E-S
Dm from yo E-X
Still on dick Y-E-S
All these dubs I'm D-F
Stripes like I'm R-E-F
Run my shit like Forrest Gump
You can't sit sit here
Cut like ch-ch-chia
Shots off bli-bli-blia
Every year my year
Bitch make room Ikea
On yo head Chiquita
Her hips don't like Shakira
Got my B-A-G up
Blew that shit like T.F
My name in yo mouth
That brand new green scope look like mouthwash
On tour til I'm back then turn that so called beef to flautas
Wet up yo lil function wit my Misses since you Doubt fire
Get some kitties for these niggas bitch a hoe is a hoе
Keep a funky cold me-nina watch ya Tone wit my Loc
We wеre young and reckless stretch it
Pyrex ova the stove
Momma praying for me daily can we save him?
Nope
That's a big gun innit
Ridin wit tha 50
Smoke he's a hippie
One Mississippi
No Ricky Ricky
Six sixty sixty
Happened to my baby?
Boy come get cho Auntie
One way in
No way out
Aye
Fucced up Six Six
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi
We ain't playing games withcoo
Do I look like a kid?
One man band damn
Cue The Drummer
Gritititi