Baby Smoove - Kane.Pt2 Lyrics

Aye, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through
You know what the fuck going on, I say 22
Young nigga, with the same pull as a O.G
Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out four teeth
These niggas ratted out & half of 'em be the police
Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi

I'm smoking Sherbert & it mix with my cologne
Nigga mad 'cause his bitch rapping me when I come on
Everybody know that it's cheaper when they whole
My niggas made me rap, shit I had stopped making songs
But I can't stop what I'm doing, they ain't stop making phones
Know this lean ain't cool, shit I'll stop it when I'm gone
Spent $2, 000 on a coat, you in a hoodie looking bold
This time last year I was busy on the road
Somebody help that nigga out, shit he out here looking lost
You can't put a nigga in position, then you not a boss
In & out of Neiman Marcus, used to shop at Last Call
Put a nigga in a hearse, all it take is one call
I can't even shop, shit I'm taking pictures in the mall
If it's bout some money then I'm tryna get involved
I got years in this jugg, most of this is new to y'all
Used to steal hall passes, make sales in the hall

Aye, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through
You know what the fuck going on, I say 22
Young nigga, with the same pull as a O.G
Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out four teeth
These niggas ratted out & half of 'em be the police
Riding with the load on my way to meet Habibi

I ain't hitting nothing like you lil bum niggas
Sent a picture of the package told the plug come get it
You was scared to jump off the porch, nigga I was with it
I been throwing bitches in the garbage, shit ridiculous
Riding through the hood smoking cookie with my villains
Whole game jugg & finesse for a living
3.5 in my wood, it might take a nigga with it
At Benihanas off the percs, mad as hell I got to itching
You ain't on what I'm on, I ain't fucking with you niggas
I might buy up all the drank & leave nothing for you niggas
You ain't got no money, you be all up under niggas
I'ma be the first to tell you I ain't stressing bout no bitches
Just know if I sign, I got a check up out them niggas
On my VLONE shit with a choppa in the trenches
These hoes love me, but I don't love these bitches
No limit when I shop, the price change yo opinion

Yeah, yo bitch blowing up my phone she let me tell the truth
'Cause mine getting on my nerves, I can't handle two
I remember rerocking niggas, getting extras through
You know what the fuck going on, I say
Young nigga, with the same pull as a
Approach me, talking rah rah I knock out
These niggas ratted out & half of 'em be the police
Riding with the... on my... yeah