2 Step (feat. RAYM) [Special Version]
Get the strap
They gon hit the two step
All these niggas talkers
They gon hate but don't step
All these niggas staring
They gon eat what you left
All yo right hands
Turned to sinners when you left
I don't deal in no checks
Get the money then we'll talk about it
I fucked yo bitch
But I'll be honest I forgot about it
I don't commit
You got feelings
Then don't talk about it
You made decisions
So don't act like you can walk without it
I don't sip lean
At least not anymore
Remember back at 17
I was geeking for more
How can I remain sober
When my life is a chore
Started begging for ambition
Started begging for more
Niggas don't hear they only see
Numbers written on the walls
Niggas don't care they only speak
Read what's written on the wall
I asked this bitch why she called
Don't feel like talking no more
You took my money while I slept
You not my problem no more
Get the strap
They gon hit the two step
All these niggas talkers
They gon hate but don't step
All these niggas staring
They gon eat what you left
All yo right hands
Turned to sinners when you left
Don't talk about your bitches
They be looking uuuuuh
Catch up my prices went to kilo or bird
Want that thing outside looking like I parked it
Got that thing outside, she talking out of pocket
Never gonna find me beefing over a hoe
You can have her
Unless she ride or die for me
But we don't that happen too often
Don't take it out on me cuz you're insecure
I fucked your bitch and you think beef with me is the cure
My dawg got the strap and he gonna make you two step
I'm just here to dance, wanna see some movement
We can either get to popping or popping these pillies
The way she ride, she probably know how to pop a wheely
Get the strap
They gon hit the two step
All these niggas talkers
They gon hate but don't step
All these niggas staring
They gon eat what you left
All yo right hands
Turned to sinners when you left
Get the strap
They gon hit the two step
All these niggas talkers
They gon hate but don't step
All these niggas staring
They gon eat what you left
All yo right hands
Turned to sinners when you left
Don't talk about your bitches
They be looking uuuuuh
Catch up my prices went to kilo or bird
Want that thing outside looking like I parked it
Got that thing outside, she talking out of pocket
They gon hit the two step
All these niggas talkers
They gon hate but don't step
All these niggas staring
They gon eat what you left
All yo right hands
Turned to sinners when you left
I don't deal in no checks
Get the money then we'll talk about it
I fucked yo bitch
But I'll be honest I forgot about it
I don't commit
You got feelings
Then don't talk about it
You made decisions
So don't act like you can walk without it
I don't sip lean
At least not anymore
Remember back at 17
I was geeking for more
How can I remain sober
When my life is a chore
Started begging for ambition
Started begging for more
Niggas don't hear they only see
Numbers written on the walls
Niggas don't care they only speak
Read what's written on the wall
I asked this bitch why she called
Don't feel like talking no more
You took my money while I slept
You not my problem no more
Get the strap
They gon hit the two step
All these niggas talkers
They gon hate but don't step
All these niggas staring
They gon eat what you left
All yo right hands
Turned to sinners when you left
Don't talk about your bitches
They be looking uuuuuh
Catch up my prices went to kilo or bird
Want that thing outside looking like I parked it
Got that thing outside, she talking out of pocket
Never gonna find me beefing over a hoe
You can have her
Unless she ride or die for me
But we don't that happen too often
Don't take it out on me cuz you're insecure
I fucked your bitch and you think beef with me is the cure
My dawg got the strap and he gonna make you two step
I'm just here to dance, wanna see some movement
We can either get to popping or popping these pillies
The way she ride, she probably know how to pop a wheely
Get the strap
They gon hit the two step
All these niggas talkers
They gon hate but don't step
All these niggas staring
They gon eat what you left
All yo right hands
Turned to sinners when you left
Get the strap
They gon hit the two step
All these niggas talkers
They gon hate but don't step
All these niggas staring
They gon eat what you left
All yo right hands
Turned to sinners when you left
Don't talk about your bitches
They be looking uuuuuh
Catch up my prices went to kilo or bird
Want that thing outside looking like I parked it
Got that thing outside, she talking out of pocket
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Balut
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