2 Tone
(Play that shit 4)
(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though)
Two-tone Rollie, it's on me
It's not my fault, it's just my time (It's mine)
I'm pretty and bougie
I might just take your nigga
That's just my sign (Fine)
Don't step out of bounds
You might end up getting the TEC
You crossing the line (Bitch)
Take the G out of gold
That's me and you talking 'bout action
I'm going for mines
I can't be beefin' with bitches
Who know they can't even see me, go rack for rack
I'm 'bout to turn up on hoes
And kill all these bitches careers like back to back
I was just small but look at me now
If I fuck with your nigga, he Prada me down
He'll be blowing a bag if he ever was mine
This pussy talk Benjamin Franklins now
Uh, yeah look at the drip on my step
Look at the Moncler, the T to the vest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
He put me right in the newest Givenchy
Just to put one of my feet on they neck
Uh, bust down Rolex, finna upgrade, tryna switch to the AP
I was already most hated out here
Now that I'm on, these bitches can't take me, yeah
Two-tone Rollie, it's on me
It's not my fault, it's just my time (It's mine)
I'm pretty and bougie
I might just take your nigga
That's just my sign (Fine)
Don't step out of bounds
You might end up getting the TEC
You crossing the line (Bitch)
Take the G out of gold
That's me and you talking 'bout action
I'm going for mines
Yeah, yeah, my whip too fat, two lanes
Might take your bitch, Lew Caine
I just got on two chains
My shit bust down, no Plain Jane
Pull up in the foreign, it's the
I ain't never worried 'bout the next bitch
Money too long, can't stress shit
Send your main nigga my best flick
Uh, look at the check, two commas
Finger fuckin' a hunnids, I'm countin', ayy
Bitch you want beef, no problem
I'll dress a bitch up, no stylist
Uh, know I gotta pop my shit
New money turnt up my drip
New teeth, big chain, who this?
Bust down Rollie, I'm a whole new bitch
Two-tone Rollie, it's on me
It's not my fault, it's just my time (It's mine)
I'm pretty and bougie
I might just take your nigga
That's just my sign (Fine)
Don't step out of bounds
You might end up getting the TEC
You crossing the line (Bitch)
Take the G out of gold
That's me and you talking 'bout action
I'm going for mines (Fuck)
(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though)
Two-tone Rollie, it's on me
It's not my fault, it's just my time (It's mine)
I'm pretty and bougie
I might just take your nigga
That's just my sign (Fine)
Don't step out of bounds
You might end up getting the TEC
You crossing the line (Bitch)
Take the G out of gold
That's me and you talking 'bout action
I'm going for mines
I can't be beefin' with bitches
Who know they can't even see me, go rack for rack
I'm 'bout to turn up on hoes
And kill all these bitches careers like back to back
I was just small but look at me now
If I fuck with your nigga, he Prada me down
He'll be blowing a bag if he ever was mine
This pussy talk Benjamin Franklins now
Uh, yeah look at the drip on my step
Look at the Moncler, the T to the vest (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
He put me right in the newest Givenchy
Just to put one of my feet on they neck
Uh, bust down Rolex, finna upgrade, tryna switch to the AP
I was already most hated out here
Now that I'm on, these bitches can't take me, yeah
Two-tone Rollie, it's on me
It's not my fault, it's just my time (It's mine)
I'm pretty and bougie
I might just take your nigga
That's just my sign (Fine)
Don't step out of bounds
You might end up getting the TEC
You crossing the line (Bitch)
Take the G out of gold
That's me and you talking 'bout action
I'm going for mines
Yeah, yeah, my whip too fat, two lanes
Might take your bitch, Lew Caine
I just got on two chains
My shit bust down, no Plain Jane
Pull up in the foreign, it's the
I ain't never worried 'bout the next bitch
Money too long, can't stress shit
Send your main nigga my best flick
Uh, look at the check, two commas
Finger fuckin' a hunnids, I'm countin', ayy
Bitch you want beef, no problem
I'll dress a bitch up, no stylist
Uh, know I gotta pop my shit
New money turnt up my drip
New teeth, big chain, who this?
Bust down Rollie, I'm a whole new bitch
Two-tone Rollie, it's on me
It's not my fault, it's just my time (It's mine)
I'm pretty and bougie
I might just take your nigga
That's just my sign (Fine)
Don't step out of bounds
You might end up getting the TEC
You crossing the line (Bitch)
Take the G out of gold
That's me and you talking 'bout action
I'm going for mines (Fuck)
Credits
Writer(s): Lakeyah Robinson, Jevonte Robinson, Richard Mcnair, Gregory Lopez
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