2 Step
Nigga we punchin' in like them um
Like them niggas that be uh- free-stylin' this shit nigga
Yeah nigga, uh-huh
Zay just told me "Nigga brotha stop playin'"
Fuck his ten, nigga I just spent yo advance
Look they just gave me dub and I can't fit it in my pants
My bitch been gettin' mad cause I ain't really tryna dance
Aye, niggas acting friendly, shaking hands
Nigga I don't need no team to run these bands
Colt fo-five, I bet this bitch ain't gone jam
You nerd niggas talking, niggas better watch yo man
Look, I can run up dub that's a light trip
Ksubi Jeans with this Supreme, yeah, that's a light drip
Let them niggas talk, we on them niggas like some vise-grips
This tooth on my neck and pussy niggas ain't gonna like this
When his bitch see my chain, she got excited
Let a nigga touch this chain it's a riot
Chain so fat I think I'm finna start a diet
Narcs asking questions, I was taught to keep it quiet
I can spend a band a day, don't get this shit confused
No quest in me about a bitch, but she gon' pick and choose
Some wrong with K I think that nigga lost some different screws
Bullets get to flying, easy way to get some shit confused
Me and Zay twin glocks Zack and Cody
Unc OD still shooting like Ginobili
Retired with them bands, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Kobe
Copped a duece of that wock, finna throw it in a So-be
Can't hear Tyga just retired, that lil rolly
When Zay only push the benz like a stoley
When that war on you find out these niggas holy
Bitch you heard my song, pussy nigga you don't know me
1200 on these shoes but this hoodie bape
Every time they see me out bitch I'm fully late
Sweep a nigga block and watch them pussy niggas immigrate
Beaner got them plays we tryna get him down to Interstate
Zay said "The narcs on us, we gon get away
Let's pull over in this lot and we gon' switch the plates"
Tell 'em free my brothers out that can, we need some different dates
You the type of nigga thats gon' listen what the bitches say
100 days I'm still ballin' like it's playoffs
They tryna knock me on my grind but I can't stay off
They hate to see me win, they prayin' Imma take a day off
Still seeing niggas broad day letting K off
Pistol case, they took my brother to the feds
A nigga try me then he must've bumped his head
Chasing out the blues but I get blinded by that red
This nigga got no hark, you can tell by what he said (Nigga!)
Like them niggas that be uh- free-stylin' this shit nigga
Yeah nigga, uh-huh
Zay just told me "Nigga brotha stop playin'"
Fuck his ten, nigga I just spent yo advance
Look they just gave me dub and I can't fit it in my pants
My bitch been gettin' mad cause I ain't really tryna dance
Aye, niggas acting friendly, shaking hands
Nigga I don't need no team to run these bands
Colt fo-five, I bet this bitch ain't gone jam
You nerd niggas talking, niggas better watch yo man
Look, I can run up dub that's a light trip
Ksubi Jeans with this Supreme, yeah, that's a light drip
Let them niggas talk, we on them niggas like some vise-grips
This tooth on my neck and pussy niggas ain't gonna like this
When his bitch see my chain, she got excited
Let a nigga touch this chain it's a riot
Chain so fat I think I'm finna start a diet
Narcs asking questions, I was taught to keep it quiet
I can spend a band a day, don't get this shit confused
No quest in me about a bitch, but she gon' pick and choose
Some wrong with K I think that nigga lost some different screws
Bullets get to flying, easy way to get some shit confused
Me and Zay twin glocks Zack and Cody
Unc OD still shooting like Ginobili
Retired with them bands, bitch I'm feeling like I'm Kobe
Copped a duece of that wock, finna throw it in a So-be
Can't hear Tyga just retired, that lil rolly
When Zay only push the benz like a stoley
When that war on you find out these niggas holy
Bitch you heard my song, pussy nigga you don't know me
1200 on these shoes but this hoodie bape
Every time they see me out bitch I'm fully late
Sweep a nigga block and watch them pussy niggas immigrate
Beaner got them plays we tryna get him down to Interstate
Zay said "The narcs on us, we gon get away
Let's pull over in this lot and we gon' switch the plates"
Tell 'em free my brothers out that can, we need some different dates
You the type of nigga thats gon' listen what the bitches say
100 days I'm still ballin' like it's playoffs
They tryna knock me on my grind but I can't stay off
They hate to see me win, they prayin' Imma take a day off
Still seeing niggas broad day letting K off
Pistol case, they took my brother to the feds
A nigga try me then he must've bumped his head
Chasing out the blues but I get blinded by that red
This nigga got no hark, you can tell by what he said (Nigga!)
Credits
Writer(s): Eizayah Earl Hopkins
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