Charlie Sheen Pt. 2 Lyrics

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