young pappy
two cups
lyrics

R.I.P to my big brother 2, (2 cups)

We the realest n***as round here

Reporting live from the pole where its cold

If he ain't from the pole where its cold don't come down here

Just come round here get found here

Another body turn his momma smile to a frown here

Ha! I'm getting tired of this lifestyle

That 30 with ain't nobody trying to fight now(nah)

Applying pressure knot a n***a up in sight now

Up the pipe on him make a goofy n***a pipe down

That ice on me bling bow they be like wow

Its time to turn up n***a, no more mister nice guy

I don't pop molly really but today I might try

They took my big brother Mensa I'm thinking like why

Was it the money, was it the cars

Was it the way that he was stunting was he flexing to hard

Was it the way he was finessing trying to stack or starve

Cause everything he see a n***a he wanna hear some bars

Like Pap, you go harder than prona

Yo father yo momma yo mom momma never knew my pop

Father was one of the only n***as condoning in my drama

So if you gone smoke for me I want you to pour for me on 2

For my big brother 2

Cause man that n***a had the juice

They looking at me like shoot, I'm looking at them like who

The f** you think I'm finna do, think I'm finna stop now

Boy hell nah I'm gone blow, he would did the same for me

I do the same sh** for bro, I catch a opp and I'ma score

Cause n***as know and b**hes know (Let's Go)

When I'm rolling through my city n***a all I see is crime

Everybody saying they know me, everybody lying

And Ain't nobody lane checking everybody driving

Nd everybody poled up so everybody firing

You better get a gun, boy they say PBG them n***as

They ain't fit for none, I keep it on me

On my homie I ain't finna run

Concealed up in my gucci belt I tuck the biggest gun

So if a n***a run up on me, Ima get him done

My flow tighter than virgin vagina

I'm telling them Ima make they looking like no liar

I'm leaning just like a chulo, ain't bout talking lowrider

These rapping n***as is sweet

I'm just feigning for more cider

From the city the murder capital everybody know about (chiraq)

Money over starve I can't go without

And they got the nerve to tell me Ima motor mouth

But all this sh** I rap about my team and them will go about

So Ima ball harder till the day that I get slaughtered

And shoutout to them hittas that be still thugging on Lawrence

And n***a I ain't stopping till the day I'm in the coffin

And my shoulder say pink dolphin

Hoes up on me get them off me (huh)

I can look in your eyes and tell you fake homie

f**ing his main b**hes, suppose to be your main homie

It been them same 10 years n***as that done changed on

Boy you must be talking to the jakes, you acting strange homie

Where the trust at, where the love at

I give up all of my money to get 2 cups back

I need some dope I need some bud, wheres bud at

No swimming pool full of liquor, where the flood at

He first hit'em look at the camera and there go Mensa

Say n***as know he point his fingers like they gone remember

I take ring off he getting money right off my dinner

Just letting bro know I remember that day in December too!

They took my big brother 2

Cause man that n***a had the juice

They looking at me like shoot, I'm looking at them like who

The f** you think I'm finna do, think I'm finna stop now

Boy hell nah I'm gone blow, he would did the same for me

I do same sh** for bro, I catch a deli and its score

Cause n***as know and b**hes know

You gone remember for life!