2FACE MICKEY - EXTENDO EDITION
You're fucking annoying
You're annoying as fuck
Literally- Fuck you
In my head I'm so dead count to ten before I shoot
Got that Prettyboy on ransom, three-hundo for his shoes
These some silly motherfuckers tryna test me like a quiz
Wipe my ass with yo paycheck, why you getting in my biz?
Bitches plead all they need is to run it back with me
Cause she know I got the ropes they just thinkin' for the team
5 peat for the week at the Airbnb
Back from Chi, SLC, just met with Danny P
She callin' me baby I'm livin' with Hazey you better re-up and refer to a lord
The house is the Gurls Club now you fuck with the sound I promise you cannot afford
I just- put in my headphones when I'm buying my shit I jug at the store
I ain't no bitch ass ain't no hood rat bitch
I'm having em come back for more
Hood rat shit
Hood rat, hood rat shit
Buckin ten empty the clip
Who that is?
Alley oop that bitch a bucket like pass an assist
I'm raising my fist
Bars like full mag clips
She feelin' me when I feel great
Too many options I got it twice in one night I call em the two headed snake and-
I'm where the pretty bitches lay at
Come fight me where you stay at
Young Peter Parker bring the heat
Yea you better stay back
I got that HOGLEG money
They used to call me funny
Them AF1's stay so damn clean
You lookin' like a dummy
She invite me over I ain't have to shoot no shots
Yung Ricky on the beat you know cookin' with a pot
Got the khakis all on me steady rockin' HOGLEG tops
I feel like Dale Earndhart drifting at yo fuckin' spot
Chest go in, Chest go out
Making ya scream i'm making ya shout
Egyptian
Gold in ya mouth ya shots
Missin'
Don't gotta chase after clout and the
Chest go in, Chest go out
Making ya scream i'm making ya shout
Egyptian
Gold in ya mouth ya shots
Missin'
Don't gotta chase after clout and the
City is perilous, I open my eyes on the wake hear shots in the night
Smelling the burning of rubber and heated up niggas who arguments
Longer than fights, fearing the barrel
Running from op, heart gon' stop
Got me in sight am I dead? Is that god?
I wonder because I'm seeing the light bitch
You're annoying as fuck
Literally- Fuck you
In my head I'm so dead count to ten before I shoot
Got that Prettyboy on ransom, three-hundo for his shoes
These some silly motherfuckers tryna test me like a quiz
Wipe my ass with yo paycheck, why you getting in my biz?
Bitches plead all they need is to run it back with me
Cause she know I got the ropes they just thinkin' for the team
5 peat for the week at the Airbnb
Back from Chi, SLC, just met with Danny P
She callin' me baby I'm livin' with Hazey you better re-up and refer to a lord
The house is the Gurls Club now you fuck with the sound I promise you cannot afford
I just- put in my headphones when I'm buying my shit I jug at the store
I ain't no bitch ass ain't no hood rat bitch
I'm having em come back for more
Hood rat shit
Hood rat, hood rat shit
Buckin ten empty the clip
Who that is?
Alley oop that bitch a bucket like pass an assist
I'm raising my fist
Bars like full mag clips
She feelin' me when I feel great
Too many options I got it twice in one night I call em the two headed snake and-
I'm where the pretty bitches lay at
Come fight me where you stay at
Young Peter Parker bring the heat
Yea you better stay back
I got that HOGLEG money
They used to call me funny
Them AF1's stay so damn clean
You lookin' like a dummy
She invite me over I ain't have to shoot no shots
Yung Ricky on the beat you know cookin' with a pot
Got the khakis all on me steady rockin' HOGLEG tops
I feel like Dale Earndhart drifting at yo fuckin' spot
Chest go in, Chest go out
Making ya scream i'm making ya shout
Egyptian
Gold in ya mouth ya shots
Missin'
Don't gotta chase after clout and the
Chest go in, Chest go out
Making ya scream i'm making ya shout
Egyptian
Gold in ya mouth ya shots
Missin'
Don't gotta chase after clout and the
City is perilous, I open my eyes on the wake hear shots in the night
Smelling the burning of rubber and heated up niggas who arguments
Longer than fights, fearing the barrel
Running from op, heart gon' stop
Got me in sight am I dead? Is that god?
I wonder because I'm seeing the light bitch
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Writer(s): Collin Mcminn
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