TrapFace-E - The End Pt2 Lyrics

I Needa stay focused
Cuz yo friends be the haters the strangers be the closest
You niggas be bogus
Yo mindset a poet yo rhymes be atrocious
Yo fake ness unnoticed
But bitch I see through all the fake you should know this
My rhymes be explosive
At heart I'm so nice but the beat I'm ferocious
I gotta stay potent
I'm better than you niggas even at lowest
Lemme take a moment
Bitch I'm not blood but I split C's like Moses
You already know this
And bitch I'm bout paper I'm already goated
My gun it be loaded
I'm sending these shots like a diss I unload it
The End you should know this
I sent my lil shots now it's time to reload it
I already spoke it
But I'm endin yo career I'm tryn be heroic
I'm all bout the bread
I'm all bout the bag
That's all in my head
You know what I said
Faggot ass nigga you look like a ned
55k
Bitch I'm sending these shots pussy boy betta pray
This could be yo day
Faggot ass bitch listen to what I say
Lame boy get no pay
You a broke little boy bitch it's time to end play
It's time to obey
I am your father your life ends today

You niggas be weave
This that 400k you can't even believe
You niggas naïve
Y'all niggas be stupid I can't even breathe
I know what y'all need
Y'all niggas be fakers got tricks up my sleeve
You pussy like Steve
Imma have all these lil niggas beggin on knees

Y'all niggas be lame
55k on my wrist it's a shame
That you niggas be same
Y'all sum faggot ass niggas all you want is fame
I'm spitting the flames
Sending these shots from real deep like I'm dame
Bitch I got the aim
Bitch I just send ion care bout yo name
You niggas be fags
I run up a check while you bangin these flags
You ain't bout a bag
50 more rounds sendin shots out the mag
I'm getting a tag
Goin in for the kill these last shots that I have
Bitch I am yo dad
400k that you wish that you had

Bitch you a bitch
Michael kors all on my tick on my wrist
I run it up quick
I'm finna get Rollie that bitch do not tick
I'm running up shit
You said that's yo bitch why she all on my dick
Don't f*ck wit the clique
My niggas go crazy shoot shots at yo fits
These niggas don't miss
You know my boy jay he be carrying sticks
Y'all niggas is sick
You the typa lil pussies to fight over chicks
You really a bitch
You the typa lil fat boy to cry and go snitch
I wanna get rich
This is the end but the series ain't it