Us Pt. 2 Big Homiie G (Ft. YTB Fatt)

[Intro: Big Homiie G]
(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Woah (Woah)

[Verse 1: Big Homiie G]
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 'Pac, better watch TV
This ain't just a truck, this a Cadillac V (Skrrt)
Jump in this bitch, get massaged by seats (Ooh)
I heard you got robbed and smacked before (Bitch)
Why you still 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

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
I heard they outside lookin' for me
Bruh 'nеm seven deep, on the way in thе Jeep (That's what I heard)
I get drops from the bitch, you sweet
He ain't see us, shots came from the tree
I hang around real killers, 'fore they kill you, they'll torture you and shoot you in both of your knees
I hang around real trappers
Before the short you on dope, they'll take all your weed
Psh, bitch, that ain't real, that's weave (Can't fool me)
I hate on every side of the city (They wanna do me)
Ten chains, that's my image (Big Cubans)
I spent a dub at Lenox (In Poochie)