Allah 2

Lyrics

[Intro] (My nigga Lee I think we got another one) [Verse 1] Bust a BOA, for thirty thousand, all my niggas havin' cheers We celebratin' with an 8, y'all celebrating with some beers I'm top smokin' loud, this shit fuckin' with my ears At my crib in the burbs, I just ran into some deers Your power steerin' fucked up, you can't even steer Need somebody to open up a Chase, call my phone to volunteer Knock his head off, like we playin' volleyball My auntie call my phone like, "Can you sell these Adderalls?" Was 'bout to put them on the plate, but I don't think he got the balls Why you run off with my money, you motherfuckin' bastard I just fucked a bitch 'cause she thought that I was Kasher Plus I stole her ID and she didn't even notice Kanye, Jay-Z scammed a nigga named Otis Bought a rocket launcher and this bitch is atrocious Got a new rental and this bitch is a Focus I was bored as hell, back in school, couldn't even focus My worker just broke a BOA, gave him a bonus Bought a profile, and I think it's Nick Jonas Just 'cause you don't got no weed, don't try to pass me no till Fucked her from the back and pulled out her ponytail It was five hundred dollars just to log-on to Yale I don't care if you're a bitch, I'll scam a female Told me that he gettin' money, we know that's a fairytale They ask me how I'm doin', bitch, I'm doin' very well I just caught this nigga ridin' in an old Impala It costs to get in the party, and you ain't even got a dollar One time I scammed a Muslim and he called me sayin': "Allah!" Just stole a credit card and it belonged to my mama Wrapped a white shirt around my head, feel like Osama Told the Jew to send a thousand, and I'ma add two commas Bought a fake wig, now I look like John Stockton I heard a nigga said he want some beef, let's get it poppin' Deposit a fake check inside the bank, that bitch poppin' Give you 13 out my Glock, imma rock it You can get rich fuckin' with the stock market It's really just my weed, but they think somebody farted I just slapped the fuck outta my cousin, he retarded He don't fuckin' listen, man, this nigga so stupid Amiri's, offered Jordans, boy, you look so stupid I cannot fall in love, bitch, I am not cupid Feel like Juice WRLD, 'cause my dreams so lucid Runnin' to my old teacher, man, I hate John Lucas Tryna lock us up in jail, it's a fucked up institution I'm tryna quit doin' fraud and just focus on my music But man, I swear that shit ain't as fuckin' easy as it sounds Was tryna make a rap song but nigga called for a pound [Interlude] Hello? Yeah, lemme get a pound. alright where you at? Shit, I'm on 7 Mile. Alright, here I come. For sure [Verse 2] And you really think that I was 'bout to turn that shit down? I just pulled up on my bitch like, "Come outside now" [Outro] What's good? Hello. Come your ass outside