[Intro: DJ Young Mase]
More Dozen shit!
Volume number 2
Produced by Mr. Porter
Kon Artist, what up?
(One more time y'all)
Swifty McVeigh, what up?
(Lets go y'all)
Kuniva I see you
(Here we go y'all)
DJ Young Mase aka Mixtape General
Let's go!

[Hook: Kon Artis]
Yellow, you know I know that's wassup
That's the reason for all the gnac in your cup
So go ahead girl, sip it up, sip it up!
In a rush we just gon' fuck in the truck
I know you used to having your way
N***as falling over you daily
Sometimes you wanna just do your thang
Let a n***a fuck out your brains

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
I know you hear it all the time
But you ain't heard it from me
A lot of guys would pay for it
But I get it for free
And I ain't tryna talk you to death
So I'll be brief:
If you smoke, here's a little something for you to chief
See, this movie's getting boring
The Henny got you warm
Plus you looking like a stunt double for Melyssa Ford
I see you smilin', sexy little glancin'
Licking on your lips and you welcome my advances
Pretty Young Thing didn't know she liked it rough
'Til she ripped my clothes off and pulled out her
Handcuffs - sho nuff all over me, so it's only right
That I give it to her like a mad man with a knife
And she's loving it! Scratching me up, push me off
Turned around and started backing me up, that's what
The fuck I be talking about, girl
A freak in disguise, banged her perm out
And left her ass sleeping high
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Yellow, you know I know that's wassup
That's the reason for all the gnac in your cup
So go ahead girl, sip it up, sip it up!
In a rush we just gon' fuck in the truck
I know you used to having your way
N***as falling over you daily
Sometimes you wanna just do your thang
Let a n***a fuck out your brains

[Verse 2: Swifty McVay]
I see you wyling, hands/legs over me while I'm driving
One of them out the window, 5 miles per hour
Sipping amaretto like a champ, and I'm proud of you!
Still flexible, double-jointed, I can't argue
Everybody staring as you drive through
I continue to pull over to the first curb I find, boo
I take it you wanna be in control, actin' lowkey
You can take it slow, but no dominatrix on me
You said you wouldn't call me, scared that I'ma talk shit
I love the way you bend it in the middle of an argument
I don't let my cards out, I don't play the game
I'm doing what you wanted before I told you my name
I'm McVeigh, it's just me, no disrespect
You wearing Donna Karen, and I got on a V-neck
We let it get this way, we'll remain
If you doubt me, I'll grab you and fuck out your brains
[Hook: Kon Artis]
Yellow, you know I know that's wassup
That's the reason for all the gnac in your cup
So go ahead girl, sip it up, sip it up!
In a rush we just gon' fuck in the truck
I know you used to having your way
N***as falling over you daily
Sometimes you wanna just do your thang
Let a n***a fuck out your brains