Message 2 My Sons

Yeah go, go (Woah) , go, go (yeah, uh)
Go, go (Uh uh uh uh) , go, go, go (Ha)
Ah (Aha) , ah (Aha, ah, Blick, bah bah)
Yeah (yeah) , woah (Ah, yeah, ah, yeah) , woah (Woah, woah)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (Ah, woah) , ah (yeah)
Woah (Ah)

Choppa on me, we might let you have it
(yeah! yeah)
I'm off the lean, I feel like an addict
I got that Chrome Hearts on my jacket
Knock off his dome
And act like we don't know what happened
Make him disappear, ain't talking no magic
(yeah)
Two Dracos, and they both get to clappin'
He is not shooting, boy don't want no action
We finna cut him in half like a fraction
He really talkin' on me
And he runnin' his mouth like I
Won't get a choppa or some'
He really talkin' on me like I won't get my
Choppa and let it go stupid or dumb
We finna pull up on him no matter where
He lay, choppa make him run, Forrest, Run
That little boy is not
'bout what he rapping
I know for a fact that he don't got no gun
I'm only fourteen, but I do
Not come up in second
'cause I always come out in first
I got a Drac' in my lap and I feel like
SoFaygo the way I put him in a hearse
I don't do drugs
But I really get out of my shirt when
I go and pop me a lil' Perc'
My Glock must've came out a
Strip club 'cause them
Lil' hollow tips do really know how to twerk
I know they talking on gang
But the second we pull up that
Little boy finna be quiet
My pockets obese, and my pockets
They really on fat
But I don't think that they need a diet
I texted her phone
Tell her that I'm finna pull up and
She tell me that she so excited
Paid six-hundred for this Glock
Message to the opps
Uh, uh, I ain't doing no fighting
SBA just hit, I feel like shine
Richard Mille hold my wrist
But I can't tell the time
I smoke weed, man, I get high
She say, "Tana, you so fly"
I see Moncler, then I'ma buy
Know I'm not an average guy, no oh

Hit that lil' boy at an angle, nigga
I feel like I'm Kurt (Woah, blick)
Pussy ass boy wanna tangle
Puttin' him right in the dirt
That nigga act like a bitch, when he
Act like a lil' bitty girl
I put him in a skirt
Then I just walked out of Fendi and got me
Some Louis and I get my mama a purse
Know I ain't wearin' a ring
But I just got a choppa and
This choppa come with a K
After I fuck, I take that lil' ho
To the door, I tell that girl
"Have a good day"
I feel like Phineas, I got
A brother with green hair
And he slide with a Drac'
That little nigga a fruit, I hopped
Out the front to shoot, That nigga a grape
I'm finna knock off his 'fro, hittin'
Him right through the gat, PCH8
That nigga saying he hard, nigga
We know that you not
We know that you ain't
Nigga, I feel like I'm king
You don't even know where I'm at
When I'm up in the H
My nigga comin' in three, six-hundred
Been on the grind, But I don't even skate
That nigga cappin', that nigga a fraud
But I already know that nigga been lyin'
You should've known by the way
He was talking on
Me that the pussy ass nigga was dying
He hating on me, but, nigga, I
Don't even know you, my nigga
I ain't even trying
These bullets gon' hit like
A fuckin' pinata
He wake up and all he hearin' is sirens
(Uh)
Walk up in that coupe, skrrt off in that Jag
(Oh, blick)
I just took his ho, now that nigga sad (Boom)
I been countin' racks, know that nigga mad
(yeah)
Uh, nigga, you my son, nigga I'm your dad

Go, go, go (Blick, blick) go, go, go
Go, go, go (Go, go) uh, go, go
Know I ain't wearin' a ring
But I just got a choppa and
This choppa come with a K
After I fuck, I take that lil' ho
To the door, I tell that girl
"Have a good day"
I feel like Phineas, I got
A brother with green hair
And he slide with a Drac'
That little nigga a fruit, I hopped
Out the front to shoot, That nigga a grape