ANDRWMAARS - II Times Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye
(It's kinda crazy up in here, you feel?)
I'mma, I'mma run as fast as I can
But I'm not gonna ru-, I don't mean it like that but yeah...
Shout out to my nigga Jo-Kim for this one
You feel me? Yuh! Aye!
Yuh, Yuh, Yuh, I'm still thinkin' 'bout a flow
To like, Yuh, you know becuz I ain't tryna run on
This Yuh, I'm just gonna go hard as I can, aye, aye
031 NUZ, ayeeee, 40-6 be the gang
Aye, aye, aye, yeah
I f*ck with it though, aye, aye, aye
Maars, aye, aye, hol'up
Wait...
Andrew Maars is the name
Put up with me in the game
Nuz we're in the game
You still talking you're a lame
We make bread for the foes
And my name on these beats
And I sweat more than Kieth
I'm on the leash, rapper fantastic
Why you mad? Call your dad
Oh, I'm your dad
I ain't coming back
To the war and distraction, I'm too potent, too bold
An activist in disguise
For my people I die, on God
Never heard of you till now
Lost my mind and i found it
Out in Mars with a UFO
I won't text you, I reject you
I don't f*ck II times, I might catch
These feels
Came back, sabuya 2
Ufike izolo
She ain't been home since last week
I'm drinking this caffeine
Thank God that I'm happy, that's not all of us
Come to tour with us, you gone have to smoke with us, 4066 gang
Shout out Lil E, my nigga where you at?
Homies still doing Jack, but selling dope and
I still have hope, you talking though
But you ain't making no moves, get up your ass, you been relaxed
Procrastination is a bitch, and I'm in love with the bitch
She tell me I'm that shit
And I'm still her rocking shades
Rappers they come and they fade
All that big talk on they songs
And I'm the thrillest no chill
Pull a trigga no trey songs
F*ck your bitch to these Trey songs
Eyes low on this Suping
Don't test me on this life
I'mma pass no joint
Y'all together like a joint
Read between the lines, snorting these lies
Fake tendencies
Out in Florida sipping Hennessy
That's 47th not Tennessee
Dropped the ball don't play tennis see?
Niggas wanna rap with me but I wrap 'em up, and take em home with me
Eat 'em up like food
All these rappers is fools
Told em niggas never lose
You're too dependant on the crew
Your girl effed my whole crew
We made out in the loo
Now she effin with S'bu
These rappers sounding like some loops
I'mma handle
Guess the paddle
When I drive she paddle
Stronger than
I was before, Jo-Kim that's my boy
Don't let em play you like a toy
If i you feel that ain't I f*ck this beat
Then you don't know who you f*cking with
I'm the nigga with the Mac, b (No Steve Jobs)
I'm the nigga with the Mac, b (No Steve Jobs)