Two Fucks

Yeah, aye aye (Octo made the beat, yeah)

I don't give two fucks when they say I do too much (Much)
All that talking tough, greet you with an uppercut (Cut Mhm)
Yo' wifey's a slut I'ma dog I'ma mut (Facts)
Chasin' after cats 'cause I'm tryin' to tear 'em up

Gimme 'bout a week, I'ma front you back ten G's
And if you ain't heard back from me, I'm probably overseas (Sorry)
I'm major, got the keys
Oh you 'bout it, we gon' see (Mhm)

I wish a nigga would, I'm hollerin' nigga please (Please)
She like it on her knees (Knees)
She blew it all for free (For free)
She did it all for me, 'cause my name is Supa Z (Yah)

Had to tell shawty,
Refrain from touchin' me
I gave yo granny a back rub and now she lovin' me
Lowkey (Forreal)

I'll walk right in yo' crib like you know me
Playin' with yo' dog, now I'm his favorite homie
Keep playin' with my name and I'ma leave yo' spouse lonely
Yeah I got that iron on me, but I'm not Tony

(With it Whip it Yah)

Why you niggas actors
Why yo' bitch she act up
Why these fucking cops can't catch us (Yeah-uh)

Why you niggas actors
Why yo' bitch she act up
Why these fucking cops can't catch us (Can't catch us)

Cause' I done hit my pedigree
Pussy niggas scared of me
Shit, I might bust out a hundred clips
I ain't think they wanted it

King Pen runnin' shit, Supa Z gunnin' shit
Big boss huntin' shit
I ain't think they wanted shit, naw
All you lil' niggas keep frontin' it
Really ain't got shit, you is a fraud

I think I'ma act up, act up (I think)
Please don't let me act up, act up (Please)
I think I'ma act up, act up (I think)
Please don't let me, fuck it (No, no)

(Yeah, yeah)

I think I'ma act up, act up (Yeah)
I think I'ma act up, act up (Act up)
I think I'ma act up, act up (Yeah)
Bitch I think I'ma act up, act up (Bitch)

Her insides gettin' mashed up
Had to get my cash up
You think you've gotten far, but there's no passin' us (No way)
Shit, I'm passin' up a bag when I talk to you (Forreal)

I'm a dog ass nigga I might bark at you (Bark, bark bitch)
While you niggas actin'
I do this for practice
No one can combat this, tactic (Yezzir)

I pull up, I attack shit
Homerun, watch me bat shit
I'ma dark knight goin' bat-shit (Yah)

Pull up to yo' repass with a bad bitch
My niggas with them extras like an adlib (Mmm)
Talkin' extra just gon' leave you with a cracked rib
I made this money do a mothafuckin' backflip
(Octo made the beat, yeah)



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Writer(s): Z'andre Moody
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