Rage Two Lyrics

(Uh)

(Goodbye s1rk)

(I'm gonna live forever)

Sipping wockhardt on a average

Shooting out the clip but it's like thirty what I'm averaging

I spin 'round your block and do you dirty like I'm from Pakistan

you don't want no war with us, I'll box you up like packaging

Sipping lean, shit got me walking slow, uh

Spilt wockhardt on my jeans, now I gotta get some more ones

When I pop out, everybody gon' know me

Shooting this shit up like Kobe

You don't want to fuck with the kid cause I already told you

Try to play and then it's over

I spin the block like I'm running some laps or some-

They like, "why are you rapping bum?"

I could go pull out a clip and go empty that shit big, and kill your whole eulogy

Come from the bottom, but this is not new to me

Shorty give me good brain like she got two degrees

I jump on the mic with hella intuity

I fuck on hoes but I don't like groupies

Please don't copy the swag, I've been doing this shit for so long

Your bitch in my bedroom with no thong

I don't do cocaine, but the white line long

Serenade your bitch, just by singing a song

Got too many dead people on my phone

Got too many dead tings calling my phone

Had to tell your bitch to leave me alone, cause I do not need her

Bitch I've been running far like the meter

Purple in a white cup like I'm Frieza

I get to doing the dash like a cheetah

Pop out at your party, I'm keeping a heater

All of you fools finna send me some hate, but I just laugh and stay kicking my feet up

I'mma kick back with a bad Mamacita

Shit getting hot like I'm catching a fever

I'mma stay doing my race

Running forever without ever catching a case

Couple of shots to face

He fall to the ground and we stomp him, we run in his place

I'm getting filled with rage

The way brody spray with the chop, think we hit 'em with mace

I think I feel amazed

You don't know the vibe, you ain't feeling me

The enemies always stay filled with hate

You know that I keep a Chinchilla, aye

I feel like I'm Michael with Thriller, aye

Send shots all the way to the ceiling, aye

like the senate, I needed the bill to raise

Like Redrum, I just been killing, aye

Got Bape on my body, I feel like an ape

Got drip on my diamonds, I feel insane

Motherfucker, I am filled with rage

You can't mess with me

Balling in the studio, like Curry with these beats

My youngns'll do you so you better not ever reach

And my choppa playing Scribbl.io, it chase you down and eat

They can't fuck with me, I'm weak

Dick and her back, blow it out in the sheets

I blew a quarter-mil up on a beach

It's a lot of youngns I gotta feed

Lot of rats and snakes in the streets

I gotta wack 'em all up, cut the weeds

Bitch it's s1rk, I do it with ease

You keep it a hundred, I'm keeping it P

(Laughter) You keep it a hundred, I'm keeping it P

Keeping it peaceful

But we is not keeping it peaceful, pull on your block with that motherfucking heater

I was fucking with a couple of bad bitches, had to go back and check my demeanor

They call me S-1-R-K-T-H-E-O-G, some- you can't be on

I got D-R-I-P, all of my diamond is drip and y'all lacking freon

Know that y'all super high up in the game, but what is a king to a kid like Dion?

All of you motherfuckers' bitches and bitches be acting so fake, some- like Elon

Why do y'all wanna copy what I be on

Come from the Dell, I'm putting the streets on

Come from the city, I'm putting in work

I been grinding hard, digging in dirt

Play with the gang and you must get Merced

Choppa gon' bang, get you put in a hearse

Speak on my name, get you put on a shirt

All black whip and I'm spinning the curbs

you cannot beat me, I'm fly as a bird

Come to his crib, kick him to the curb

This is my territory, you can't step in

Still rocking out when I grab the Mac-11

How many shots that were sent, like seven

Y'all tryna bite my flow like Stephan

Y'all wanna talk, bitch I keep me a reverend

Fuck with the gang and we giving you hell, fuck that

I'm finna send you to heaven

I'm finna be the whole greatest I'm destined

I gotta keep it like ten times three, uh

Smoking on PCP, uh

Y'all ain't hard like me, uh

Y'all can't bark this tree, uh

Hoe, I keep a Mac-11 and I'll drop you, hit your knee

I could copy-paste a youngn but that chop gon' hit delete