2x (feat. Louis Marx)
If you love me say it two times
Say you better off alone but we know you lied
Legendary shit if I die I'm in gulag
I'll be back I'll win it in next one true that
Sauce up with the gang. it's two packs
More bread in my green we gone eat like croutons
Smith and Wesson with me I just came with 2 guys
Guns won't kill you people with 'em you should do right
The game is in a wrap like durags
Danny Twelvetree I blow 12 tress nigga zooted
Where the zoo at bring her too like duets
We just sip on Moët 19 short like covid true shit
I get capital you big mad you should get some cash
If I die I'm in the fucking gulag
I'll be back but y'all already knew that
If I die I'm in the fucking gulag
I'll be back but y'all already knew that
Cuttin' up switch-blade all shit bitch-made
Sharper than a temp-fade still in my pimp stage
Skip wat a simp say bitch wat did I say
Sak pase legend fore we left the drive-way
Egksnay on my igsnay don't kno wat the fuck that is
Don't speak pig but this sig do stop touchin' GOD kids
We gon' feast foreva I can feel it in my ribs
Bank put mild-sauce on my bread I'm really from this shit
I'm one fair ass nigga let you get yo laughs in now didn't I
Thou shalt not fear you ain't read scripture
Must not be you think we afraid witcha
Say you better off alone but we know you lied
Legendary shit if I die I'm in gulag
I'll be back I'll win it in next one true that
Sauce up with the gang. it's two packs
More bread in my green we gone eat like croutons
Smith and Wesson with me I just came with 2 guys
Guns won't kill you people with 'em you should do right
The game is in a wrap like durags
Danny Twelvetree I blow 12 tress nigga zooted
Where the zoo at bring her too like duets
We just sip on Moët 19 short like covid true shit
I get capital you big mad you should get some cash
If I die I'm in the fucking gulag
I'll be back but y'all already knew that
If I die I'm in the fucking gulag
I'll be back but y'all already knew that
Cuttin' up switch-blade all shit bitch-made
Sharper than a temp-fade still in my pimp stage
Skip wat a simp say bitch wat did I say
Sak pase legend fore we left the drive-way
Egksnay on my igsnay don't kno wat the fuck that is
Don't speak pig but this sig do stop touchin' GOD kids
We gon' feast foreva I can feel it in my ribs
Bank put mild-sauce on my bread I'm really from this shit
I'm one fair ass nigga let you get yo laughs in now didn't I
Thou shalt not fear you ain't read scripture
Must not be you think we afraid witcha
Credits
Writer(s): Louis Marx
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