Текст песни Hit Em Up 2 - Lil Mani

I'ma shit talker, bounty on his head & it's bigger offer
Quit barking, I'm quick to spark & knock ya lips off ya
Big coffins thinking you sick like you don't need a doctor
Sit Proper if you start tripping ima get bothered
How u big ballin yo pockets empty with Lent Problems
Get Dollas & you won't broke that's how you fix problems
Gossiping knowing you broke is common bitch probelms
U know you really hoe that's common sense prolly
Ion Fuck Wit Niggas keep a FN to shoot at fake niggas
Took the stock out and add a rake cause I hear snakes hissin
He at moms house i get the trace I'm at her place trippin
Ricocheted it hit his heart out and left his face Missing
I'm in space living Im High As fuck im in daze spinnin
Used to hate living now I get high and then I stay lifted
I think I'm fake simping cause mary Jane one of my main bitches
Tryna paint a picture get outta line I'll have to paint a victims
You would think this shit AOL The way AIM semis
Niggas snitched and still went to jail lol the sentence
I kno they can tell by the smell I keep pressure with me
Kill You then I'll see you in hell I can't let you get me
Sippin Syrup Juice help me numb the fact I can't take pain
Nigga Who is you why you talkin behind a fake page
Heard they calling truths ima snake em i gotta play safe
Play the foo, temperature cool that's how u fake lames
Stay with Tool ain't no more rules you gotta stay ready
Loose screws keep me a tool me the baby A steady
Pace the move, wait til they snooze & then you play Freddy
Up & Shoot took out his roof picture em play dating
Lane changing, always keep it real I can't fake Nathan
He got gay traits cause how the fuck you hate on straight greatness
I popped 2 Beans I was up til 2 days later
Lil Mani I throw up the B but I ain't gang
B banging
Really from P & I bleed it to the damn pavement
925 put in so much work without seeing a payment
Soft Niggas always talkin like I'm not really the dangerous
Clip longer then that funeral for Aretha Franklin
Draw the line a nigga cross me he gone meet his savior
All that dry snitching boy u Niggas don't need a statement
Living to get by's the reason why u should keep a savings
Felt like Roddy Rich playin the box in the whip speed racing
I can't sing but this chop on some t-pain shit
But fuck a autotune
Just cause he a opp doesn't mean that Niggas not a goon
If i call em opp just know he ended up on channel 2
Momma she told me I'm hotheaded but my fever koo
Taught myself everything even talking I ain't need a school
Shined the dark, I slept at parks, ppl seen me do it
Niggas be barking until i spark & send they ppl thru it
Hit Em Up So many glocks ima lethel shooter
Pick Em Up he lost his life he ain't mean to lose it
Dig em up Lyft em up out the mystic ruins