Two Dimes

I got a lot on my mind
Shawty keep calling my phone wasting time
If you don't get no money, you are not my kind
If you dissing on me, you got to pay a fine
None of my killers in need to shoot two times
I'm fucking on twenties, bitch I'm with two dimes
I hit him once in the head, don't need two tries

I got a lot on my mind
Shawty keep calling my phone wasting time
If you don't get no money, you are not my kind
If you dissing on me, you got to pay a fine
None of my killers in need to shoot two times
I'm fucking on twenties, bitch I'm with two dimes
I hit him once in the head, don't need two tries
(Yeah, uh)

You must believe it to achieve it
I got to see it to believe it
Don't forget your clothes when you leaving (Yeah)
I be posted with my demons
I be posted with a chopper
Real killers in my roster
Your baby momma call me father
Gang shit, we gon pop him
(Pop him, pop him)
As soon as I up the Glock, Ima drop him
You out here with no protection, that's your problem
They acting like that bullet proof
But freeze up, when it's time to shoot
Bitch I'm a monkey like Boots
I'm in the jungle, I don't need a roof

I got a lot on my mind
Shawty keep calling my phone wasting time
If you don't get no money, you are not my kind
If you dissing on me, you got to pay a fine
None of my killers in need to shoot two times
I'm fucking on twenties, bitch I'm with two dimes
I hit him once in the head, don't need two tries

Yeah
I gotta a lot on my mind
I don't know bout you, Ima get mine
Bitches be fucking they ain't even mine
N****s be hating they need a new line
On the road chasin paper you waiting in line
Got some young n****s who play wit that iron
Don't play wit my money, don't play wit my time
Lost it all got it back a few times
If they know, then they know that I grind
I do this for me and I do this for mine
Some days I felt like I was blind
Now I'm steady coming on the rise
If you see me wit yo bitch don't be surprised
Hit you with your wish, if you play both sides
I'm the one that got some many styles
I ain't cuff her she got to many miles
She want me in LA, she know I'm from the south
Might fly out there and get in her mouth
Beat her back in on a brand new couch
They know Ima win, Ima brand myself
If yeen my ppl ion even much care
Bad lil redbone need no help
They ain't even there when it's goin to the left

I got a lot on my mind
Shawty keep calling my phone wasting time
If you don't get no money, you are not my kind
If you dissing on me, you got to pay a fine
None of my killers in need to shoot two times
I'm fucking on twenties, bitch I'm with two dimes
I hit him once in the head, don't need two tries



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Writer(s): Seth Thompson
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