Two, Too, To
I'm wit two bitches
Off two drugs
I'm too high yea
Designer my own clothes
I'm to fly
I see through all that fuck shit
Through my two eyes
I'm to lit right now baby
I need two lives
I'm different nigga
I'm different breed
I'm different vibe
This medical
Not backyard
Its a different high
Designer my own shit
Boss up i own shit
Really mean it i employee shit
No rap cap no bullshit
I gotta case search
Before i give you work
Discover dirt in they paper work
So it's yo fault if you ain't check him first
I'm playing chest they on a checker board
Get the cash then run It
Get a bag then put it up
200 dash gotta run it up
Gotta bad bitch I'm burn her up
I don't buy sex i buy drugs
Can't hide hate with fake love
Them fake smiles is real mugs
Yea
Just went n fucked Up a rap Check
Spent like half on my fucking neck
Think I'm all that n a bag of chips
They need to put me on a trap snack
Mr rugs w the all white
Virgil w the off white
No off days no off nights
Bigger wave than fortnight
We in town, then grab dice
Bet ah 100 on the outcome
Couldn't wait till the plug come
So we came one
Yea
Niggas looking for other niggas for motivation
Sneak dissing on other niggas that's clout chasing
My hand out from another nigga I'm not waiting
I been the goat no speculation
Don't need Stephen A to debate it
It's worth while just have patience
Off two drugs
I'm too high yea
Designer my own clothes
I'm to fly
I see through all that fuck shit
Through my two eyes
I'm to lit right now baby
I need two lives
I'm different nigga
I'm different breed
I'm different vibe
This medical
Not backyard
Its a different high
Designer my own shit
Boss up i own shit
Really mean it i employee shit
No rap cap no bullshit
I gotta case search
Before i give you work
Discover dirt in they paper work
So it's yo fault if you ain't check him first
I'm playing chest they on a checker board
Get the cash then run It
Get a bag then put it up
200 dash gotta run it up
Gotta bad bitch I'm burn her up
I don't buy sex i buy drugs
Can't hide hate with fake love
Them fake smiles is real mugs
Yea
Just went n fucked Up a rap Check
Spent like half on my fucking neck
Think I'm all that n a bag of chips
They need to put me on a trap snack
Mr rugs w the all white
Virgil w the off white
No off days no off nights
Bigger wave than fortnight
We in town, then grab dice
Bet ah 100 on the outcome
Couldn't wait till the plug come
So we came one
Yea
Niggas looking for other niggas for motivation
Sneak dissing on other niggas that's clout chasing
My hand out from another nigga I'm not waiting
I been the goat no speculation
Don't need Stephen A to debate it
It's worth while just have patience
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Writer(s): Erik Simmons
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