2 Fancy Wit It

Diamonds dancing from my head to my toes
Took your bitch now i'm letting her go
On the roads and I keep me a pole
Off the meds so i'm losing control
Opps see me they ducking
With my bros we never lack
You ain't got bodies y'all cap
Diamonds dancing from my head to my toe
Took your bitch now i'm letting her go
On the road and I keep me a pole
Off the meds so i'm losing control
Opps see me they ducking
All night she be fucking
Chains icey don't touch it
Hearts broken don't love it
The devil came at me like I sold my soul
I ain't tripping ima spin with a pole
Darks nights ima stay on the road
Heard he real but I know that he told
He a rat
Got no love for a hoe
Talk to the cops he getting exposed
Acting real but he fold
Ima get him ima hit him with all of his bros
Strike that boy just like some lighting
Pull up with sticks my gang we ain't fighting
Letters i'm writing
Making big moves,
On my way to the top now
Still I stay on the block now
If I catch an opp, i'm unloading shots now
Pull up on bodies
You know that I get it
I don't give a fuck bout discussion
Fuck the fakes shit I find it disgusting
People talking but they won't ever run shit
Staying with stepper then people not trying
Cause they know we stepping
Never lacking cause we stay with a weapon
Got a picture i'm painting
We full of the pain
Tryna fix our direction
Put your homie in a stretcher
Got your bitch I might undress her
Louis v on my dresser
Certified a big stepper
I put in pain
Remember days outside in the rain
On roads yeah we running the game
Talk shit? let me know what you gain
Hallow tips aiming straight for your brain
Hitting him right in his face
They know they we catching a case
Missing my homie he stuck in the bin
Doing some days
Free my brother ybk
Really thugging gotta stay with a K
If he talking give him drugs that are laced
Got no feelings my heart was replaced
Did some dirt yeah i made some mistakes
But lately i'm trying to raise the stakes
If you want some beef
Come eat off my plate
Tell my ex that i'm gonna be great
Glizzys bumping like the 808's
Might find a nice place down in the states
Separate all the real and the fakes
OT trapping feeling real great
I'm on the way
Ain't got no time for you to hold me down
All them hoes that we're laughing
Look at me now
Take a look at me now
I'm going up
Yeah i'm making out
People hating wanna know what i'm like
But they can't even seem to figure it out
So ima do what I do
Ima stay with my homies
You know that we making it out of the drought
Never beefing for no clout
Talking that shit on the net
Then i'm coming inside of your house
And you know i'm ripping you out
I rather fear over loyalty
Cause all these people be switching
They changing
Acting like they really got me
But I know they faking
And i'm really racing
Tryna get to the bag
Fuck a bitch and then i'm telling her bye
I've just been riding with all of my guys
Young boys yeah we staying high
I cannot lose I stay with the five
And we never stop until we gonna die
Too Fancy wit it
We too fancy wit it
Pull up on your girl ima hit it
Pull up on your girl we gon hit it



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