Yah, they be like Jarren!
Where the f*ck you′ve been, dawg?
I'm back nigga, K-K-Kato on the track b***h
Slow Motion, this is Volume 2
A p***y n***a what we calling you
My pockets right, let′s hit a mall or two
Ayy me and flick will drink up all the goose
The bitches show love to all the crew
I rap to get dough, that's all I do
Aye middle finger up to all of you!
Aye Jarren what happened to Funk Volume?
Holy Christ Jesus Cliff Huxtable
Drunk enough a fat b***h is fuckable
Flashy n***a all my sneakers colorful
Nigga shooting outta BMW
Still stepping out in my Adidas
1800 in my margarita
She gon' let me give her throat a fetus
Imma go to sleep and she gon′ roll the reefer
Told you I′m not a human n***a
They watchin us just like the Truman niggas
Brass knuckles I would ruin niggas
I snapped the neck of f*****g two gorillas
All this p***y feeling too familiar
Oh that's right, that′s Kato's mom
Ya′ll just talking, ya'll don′t spray those guns
I eat a rapper like a bagel bun
These bitches thinking imma ice they wrist
Cause I love they ass and really like they tits
Who gased these bitches like they nitrous
Oxide, one night the b***h
The future's here, we got the microchips
Hey really soon I might strike it rich
Hey life's a b***h
And her sister′s a c**t
And any second b***h I might just flip
All this liquor got me feeling woozy
She got lick my d**k and f*****g hoack a loogie
I′ll pull the knife and f*****g drop the toolie
Illess n***a of the top loose-leaf
Fuck cancer, send a prayer to Boosie
Groupies let me get that oochie koochie
I'll kill a b***h and my d**k gets cooties
A group of moolies bout to spray the uzi!
Fuck you Kato
All of you talking s**t man
Appreciate y′all staying patient
Slow Motion 2!
Yeah
Now I bought a ferragamo belt
I love the way marijuana smell
These dirty bitches let you run a train
I call that lil b***h the monorail
Niggas can't duck 100 shells
This that dope that don′t sit on a scale
If you niggas really whip the colt
Put 100k up for the bail
Never used a f*****g ghost writer
Every f*****g word I wrote is fire
You ain't hotter than a broke lighter
Tell that b***h to ride it like a low-rider
In this b***h I′m figting vices n***a
Pray for Paris fighting ISIS niggas
It ain't even safe up in a church
I might stick a knife in niggas
Used to sip a little syrup
But niggas keep turning up dead
They like you niggas is junkies
They agenda go over your head
Yeah
Love it when niggas just dancing in dumb
Question the world keep your hand on your gun
This is that brand new Slow Motion n***a
Volume 2 signing out, I am done
