2 Late Lyrics

I be doing me could give a fuck about what you say

All these woods to the neck it got me two faced

And I can't do a song with these niggas cuz they too fake

Always rappin bout some shit they never do aye

Bitch these Valentino's I ain't tripping on no new J's

The way I'm running plays I'm feeling like it's 2K

Young nigga I'm just tryna make it 'fore it's too late

Rest In Peace my cuz for my thug I'm pouring D'usse

On the road to riches I can't stop until I get it

Don't ask me what it cost cuz you can't cop it's too expensive

They snaking like Medusa gotta watch out for these bitches

I hit then ima quit cuz ain't got time for no commitments

I heard yo last song and I know most that shit is fiction

Like how you claim you real but yet yo watch is really ticking

I'm out here really flipping bitch I'm plotting on a ticket

Ain't beefing on the net cuz we gon drop em if it's friction

Lil Brody keep that Glizzy he gon knock it til its empty

Won't hesitate to pull it he gon pop it if it's tricky

Yeah I can make one call they pulling up and dropping 50

I separate myself cuz lotta niggas moving iffy

And I can't fuck with any basic bitch cuz now I'm picky

Yeah she gon prolly switch up on the boy when it get sticky

I steady rep my brothers so they know just how I'm coming

I can't change up on my niggas this forever stay a hunnid

But

I be doing me could give a fuck about what you say

All these woods to the neck it got me two faced

And I can't do a song with these niggas cuz they too fake

Always rappin bout some shit they never do aye

Bitch these Valentino's I ain't tripping on no new J's

The way I'm running plays I'm feeling like it's 2K

Young nigga I'm just tryna make it 'fore it's too late

Rest In Peace my cuz for my thug I'm pouring D'usse