2 (feat. GucciBoyMelv)

It's me and lil melv in a 2 door coupe
Bad bitch texted pull up and come through
Bitch bring your friend it's a 2 on 2
Boyfriend mad he get hit with the tool
Bitch leave that man it's me and you
I done got in the pussy now it's you and you
I done hit up your bestfriend like watchu wanna do
She say I'm with my friend that bitch she get it 2
Idk something missin
Idk hold it up with my left hand
Idk shoot it with my right hand
Fuck onna married bitch call up my best man
Cant answer no questions this ain't no test man
Walk in yo job better hide behind desk man
I got a broom but I ain't no witch man
I gotta choppa
I gotta choppa I ain't never need a hit man
I feel like dwayne wade the way that I ball man
I can play ball he grab the bih pass and I lay in
That shit ain't nothing but a little game if 2 man
I'm inna coupe with no roof
You ain't with the gang just to tell you the truth
Link with Jumanji that boy gone ooof
We plot by 12 he gone be gone by 2

Huh
Who got the who got the who got the wood
Who gotta who gotta who gotta juug
We tryna we tryna shoot out the roof
Rob me a pack with lil toni and zoom
Who got the who got the who got the wood
Who gotta who gotta who gotta juug
We tryna we tryna shoot out the roof
Rob me a pack with lil Toni and zoom
Trap out the block and my Glock gotta beam on it
Fuck a OG I don't got me a big homie
She suck me up I say don't put your teeth on it
We gotta kill you if you try to tell on me
We got them choppas they use it for deer huntin
Bust at a opp if we see that he mean muggin
Ion play games gotta strap that I stay clutchin
I tote my strap every time that I'm in public
I gotta opp that I'm watching on god if he try anything imma bust with my rod
Skippin and shit tryna smoke me some ganja
Bitch I was in school with the gas in my sock
Run in your house put the cash inna vault
And these niggas be pussy I swear they just talk
I know some bitches who just love to stalk
And these niggas two faced like some sugar and salt
Crush up the beat
Smoke me a wood and get geeked
She tryna fuck we cant meet
Gold on my teeth
Smile when I talk like a G
Cause I know they tryna fuck me
Crocs on my feet when imma record its some heat
Yea I'm spitting comfortable heat
Shawty a freak but she ain't got nothing me
Bitch I'm tryna step for a week
Wait lemme hear how that sound
Millions the topic
I know they be watching
If he talk we off em
If he talk we drop em
Big brother will still put the stick to your noggin
Now he make em sweat like he just got him joggin
Remember allat pussy ass shit that you said
Move by yourself yo lil pussy ass scared
Fuck nigga play torture him inna shed
If he on top we gone cut off his head
Know you like walkin might just cut off your legs
Boy yo ass sweet like that one nigga fred
Niggas talk gangsta but aint getting bread
Make a nigga fold for some old shit he said
Niggas wanna talk about lil Gucciboymelv
Turn me up do your lil thang
We gone have to take a couple brains
Gucciboymelv two chains
Me and you niggas are nowhere the same
One thing I'm not finna fuckin explain
Do it myself what the fuck is he sayin
Do it myself what the fuck is he sayin



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Writer(s): Mifflin Gwean, Antonio Foster
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