Lyrics Charlie Sheen Pt. 2 - OBM Bank

This that charlie sheen part two
These fuck niggas hate don't got nothing to do
I did what I did I've got nothing to prove
Can't be beefing got something to lose

Twelve get behind me I flee and elude
Took your bitch she's leaving you dude
If I was her I'm leaving you too

This nigga bodied my beat, so I had to repeat
The glock on the seat
And if your shit weak then I got to tax for a fee
You know it ain't cheap he say he know where I be
Okay nigga let's meet you know im a creep
Your little hoe a freak
She want to get on her knees all for a gram

But I can't do that because I love bae
We've got glocks, ars, kays
These niggas fruity, these niggas gay
He want to diss I know where he lay
Twelve get behind me they're doing a chase
I ain't going to get out until I'm gray
I don't give a fuck nigga let's race

I don't give a fuck let's get to it
I could have been dead but he blew it
Boy you're a rat, we knew it
He got hit up he's dripping that fluid
Nigga stop typing do it
Buddy be loving these hoes, cupid
You want to spin? nigga you stupid

You want to spin? boy you a dummy
Your big homie he is a junkie
And he ain't graduate he a flunky
Damn so all of y'all crash dummy's
And don't none of y'all get money
These niggas trap out a zip bum
He keep dissing now he's a mummy

Niggas be actors charlie sheen
Glock with a beam aim at his team
Roll him up in russian cream
I know he smoked me, in his dream
Boy you're a bitch you just look mean
Catch him in person he fleeing the scene
You niggas pussy as fuck green

You niggas pussy, bruce jenner
Slide when it's hot and in the winter
Spin on an opp block for dinner
Boy you're a bitch change genders
Fry me a nigga chicken tenders
He will be dead before december
Matter of fact nigga november
Give your mama something to remember