🎵 2 Nights In DYSTOPIA. // by Lil 86

1 Contributor2 Nights In DYSTOPIA. Lyrics [Part 1] [Intro] I just wanna- [Verse 1] Bullshit, you just wanna smoke some better weed Yeah, you stayin' up, stressin' over Kenny in yo' sleep You can’t take a hint for shit, the shit you did can't be repaired He wouldn't give you dick if he knew you a fed It seems you scared of your own shadow’s little brother, ‘cause you ran away I guess yo’ work with d4vd wasn’t cap rap Stacy ain’t ya' bitch, 'cause she ya' age She ain’t young enough for you, so she yo' (Pocket) pussy I guess you could say the same for Testimony, I been watchin', pussy I bet if I took yo' ass to court, you’d be sobbin' Like that night you found out Kenny had a girlfriend to give him his fix Fetal position, all over his floor, where u was throwin' up the cheese, no, not the money, but the Mustard, 'cause I know u must- (I just wanna-) [Chorus] Ayy, make a threat, make a threat Like, shit, make a threat, make a threat Like, what? Ayy, make a threat, make a threat Like, shit, make a threat, make a threat [Verse 2] Ayy, go 'head, make another threat That's the formula of all ya' disses, you ain't even got a new rumor to spread It's just the same old lies, what you do, you do not rap about it Speak on Kenny fam again, you might catch somethin' in yo' cap about it Oh, so I don't treat women right? But, nigga, you a cheat You was working right by d4vd, and you tell me you ain't freaked? You a motherfuckin' pedo, nigga, threatenin' on Cici Can't crack a baby who just turned four, nigga When you said that shit, she was three, God damn [Part 2] [Verse] Boy, yo' name need to be registered D-Y-L-A-N-L-A-S-L-E-Y on a list Say some shit 'bout the fams, and you gon' get addressed like Gettysburg I'ma need your receipts, don't want them be like me? Well, I'm sorry that nobody listens But who would listen to a tweet-and-deleter? Stuck on the 'Gram, sendin' shots and deletin' Is that change of mind, or is that special needs? You up on a screen, like it's Split, two Ds (Wait, pause) You ain't Mangione with a printed Glock in 3D You ain't killed eight, six niggas, not even four, three Two nights in dystopia, one without weed Now you look schizophrenic, talk shit, ‘pologize, then repeat (Okay) As of late, ya' music, it been on decline You don't wanna admit it, but you, Dylan, done lost your muhfuckin' mind Better save your career, don't worry 'bout mine, the fuck is you talkin' about? And the kid that you joked on, he say you got tracks that could kill mine, I guess they not out (Nah, nah) Now, Dylan, back to you, my friend You was beggin', eatin' dick, now you thinkin' of a diss, bitch, this the end (This the end) Now u gotta put a character up in the story, I'm tryna find out, who Gianna? (Who the fuck is that?) I know you a sick bitch, don't go twist the clip when I spit on you just like a llama (Nah, nah, nah) [Part 3] [Verse] I been picked my option, knockin' you out with some shit you can't top, bitch "Lawyer Up!" was a light pack? I got three responses, though Start speakin' the truth, or fuck nigga, stop it You don't wanna go there again 'Cause, trust me, it ain't worth the clout or the profit Seems you ain't learned your lesson from back in the spring, so now I show no mercy on you or your friends I ain't talkin' what you think, I'm really talkin' 'bout your split up personalities, I know they actin' up as of late One of 'em'll send you to the gates, while the second finna make you see your motherfuckin' fate The third one finna tell you bunch of bullshit The fourth'll back it up, assurin' you that everythin' lookin' okay The fifth Dylan, he don't wanna wait The sixth Dylan, he be scared of buildin' up a motherfuckin' case The seventh Dylan dissin' for attention, 'cause he really doesn't get it He don't see the cost of lyin' for some praise The eighth Dylan, he ain't really Dylan, he be actin' tough DYSTOPIAN. been duckin' heat, ya' homie state-to-state Now he apparently yo' daddy, man, I heard that you got knocked up by Zay, he just one of the eight No, you wasn't safe, now you wanna hate Well, I got me somethin' to muhfuckin' say, pussy [Part 4] [Intro] In the back of my mind In the back of my- I know how you finna move (How you finna move) Yeah, aah Bitch, you don't know what to do So you gon' make some shit up over boom bap off the 'Tube (Off the tube) Yeah, aah [Verse 1] Talked too much shit, now I go in I'm exposin' all your sins Claim yo' pen never lies, but you just lied about your fuckin' pen Lyin' puttin shit on Ken, and his fuckin' fam You think too much about his deezly, sorry, I wasn't tryn' offend Don't call them ya' second fam, bitch that's my second Ya' better laywer up, 'cause they gon' call you in, 'cause you the court jester Claim you sat down next to d4vd, and produced "Romantic Homicide" I went to Riverside, shit, plenty times, you wasn't there any time [Bridge] If you ain't finna hurt no one, don't fuckin' lie about it Bitch, stop, mention RJ, and I still ain't gettin' Chris Rocked Talkin' about sellin' rock, bitch, we all know that's a fib You crazy, thought you'd make my shawty switch up, when you was movin' like Corinne (When you was movin' like Corinne) [Verse 2] Mandy rode Scot like she bippin' on the highway I guess she had herself a little accident, now her mind is sideways She took one of yo' missin' chromosomes, now you both retarded Speakin' on what you sit and watch, and act like you spitted it the hardest Yo' momma ain't stood by you for real, she just gave you a pity party Italian think he could say nigga, go get you a job at Olive Garden Then go get you an education 'cause you fuckin' missed it In school at night, while I sleep, knowin' you ain't doin' shit to get me I don't got respect for Mandy, but respectfully, that bitch stupid-headed I know you get it, she think you just a troubled child, that's really wild But she don't know you wanted to a fuck a toddler, and that you a predator I wonder what she'd think if she saw you on trial as a pedophile Now let's talk about Scot, not a drunkard, but on the pipe He fucked and ducked yo' momma, pleased that shawty with his little dick Then hit up Exit 58, got pulled over, pulled right out ya' life 'Cause his lil' bitch was wriggin' on the floor, I know you noticed it Shit, was that your inspiration to move like d4vd man? You threatened to fuck my lil' sis who four, and now you play pretend? That's shit I'd call unheard of, but shit, I guess I fuckin' heard it So who'd you kill in the back of your mind, did Stacy or Testimony burden? [Bridge 2] Don't look to them, don't look to Nicky, don't look to Tommy, don't look to Kenny Don't speak on Kenny, 'cause these is Carlo's words, that I been spittin' You spent the whole damn summer hurtin', rappin' worse, while me and Kenny grinnin' Show me you got some real bars and real beats, come fuckin' get me [Verse 3] Ugh, I wonder if you had enough of this yet The tellin' the lies, while I hang the truth over your head Then release it like crackin' an egg, you could see this shit splatter all over your top Run for your life, grab the phone when you see that I dropped, and you can't help but sob The mic on ya' bathroom wall dead It spoke to me like it was Charlie Kirk and said, "It hardly hurt" Mustard cheese all on yo' breath Holes in ya' teeth from them cavities, I bet they burned Betta start takin' yo' meds The weed and the alcohol ain't finna muhfuckin' work You already done yourself enough dirt by bein a predator, man Get yo' ass off of the 'Gram, this yo' chance to go school 86 on his own track, go ahead