Pompeii 2 Lyrics

Look, see lately niggas fold like Macs so that's why I just stick to the stacks

Bro a dog, I just tell him attack how it's smoke but they ain't tryna match

I just hit a pack on the fax see we make a play, and hit the road like Jack huh

Dead nigga, gang hit his head honcho in the field wave the flag, quarterback getting

Sacked they know $en the shit, grab the doggy bag

At least 400 shots out the Pontiac Headshot, he won't go into cardiac

Ask Gang where the rest of his body at I'm smoking on with his sorry ass

If they on the way, then it's copy that think I ain't hot like I said, got this shit

Out the box Not the same one that Roddy had

So I just sit back and I sip on the purple If we talking money, they cut to commercial

We get him clipped, now his ass a commercial and spin figure-eight, got the opps doing circles

So show me who's badder, my family matters

I walk with two straps like Urkel tried to jump off the porch, and got hurdled

Hot shell to his back, he a turtle now they pouring out

Shots of the Hennessy he was in that drop top, now he Kennedy

Better pray God grant you serenity before we leave yo block buried like Italy

We caught that boy on that one-way, heard he a rapper put hoes in his limousine

He got hit in the wrong place, at the wrong time that's what he get for not listening

Like he shouldn've listen to mama, llama, laid his ass down like pajamas

Don't make me send my piranhas to pop you the rock out a show like Nirvana

And she make it work, work, Rihanna she do it for clout and the commas

I'd rather count up the commas with partnas I'm hot, spent the year in sauna

Go retarded like Rada, Rada, Rada let this bitch eat like Asada

Did shit I ain't Prouda run him out his Prada's we do this for Jeezy and Dota

It feels like I got a hit bro for the P and he beat up the Brick like Piñata

Pop up like Tada If it's smoke, no problem

We introduce him to the grabba spent a check, now she on her knees

Like she praising to God fuck out the game, they ain't never balled

Let the bitch sing, I'm waving this rod I'm wildin', if it's a problem

Then we get it solved, ain't come here to play I'm ridin around with the Drake

They think I'm related to Josh now they pouring out

Shots of the Hennessy he was in that drop top, now he Kennedy

Better pray God grant you serenity for we leave yo block buried like Italy

We caught that boy on that one-way, heard he a rapper put hoes in his limousine

He got hit in the wrong place, at the wrong time that's what he get for not listening

But I'm the right nigga