Two Faced

Get the fuck off my corner bitch
Shit, man. Calm down biz
Ah shit man! I've got like a fucking
Personality disorder or some shit
I'm real but it's like I'm two faced
I go from Cody to Biz and back again, man

Bitch, get off my corner
You losing me money on my corner
Cocaine white Bentley on the corner
Have bitches guccied down on the corner
Ya my girls can get down on the corner
Fhs niggas look like bitches and I'll put em on my corner
Say shit and their momma be mournin' em'
Pull shit on 19th and I'll spray down every corner
Rap about me and I'll do a feature with pastor Tylor
Rap about me and I'll feature your momma on my corner

I go from Cody to Biz and Back again

You can't drive by my spotters are on the corner
You destroyed my head you fucking remember
Look at me now I'm Captain Hook nigga
I don't have to flex this is just me nigga
Back up I got my finger on the trigger
Shut up you're just a white trash ginger
Just a bitch I'd pass up I figured
Tell me what you think of white privilege now nigga
I got the blue on speed dial no tricksters
Got more stripes on me than tigger
Get the ghost with stripes and pick up ten bitches
Buy three pick ups but there's no hitches
Sign a new deal damn there's no glitches

Your corner is giving me the cringes
Be careful 'cause I change like the finches
Have you dumped in a grave no hick ups
Perfected the process no mess-ups
I sell but never been in handcuffs
Just bought the new jacket
With green and red cuffs
Paid for it by selling huffs
The police just saw me blow a puff
In the lambo' riding rough
Don't test me i'll call your bluff
'Cause you're really not that tough
Don't ever say good 'nough
Or your check'll give you a rebuff
Diamond black that's hot stuff
Seats in the cadillac overstuffed
Yeah, I'm a pimp sure enough



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Writer(s): Papa Biz
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