2Life
He knows he's the one, but like he's always questioning himself
And I just I-I don't like motherfuckers like that bro
But like, Bimpin, Henny and J
They gon' kill the industry man
Fuck that shit, put it 2Life
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Aye, I've been on the go
Switching up these checks while I'm switching up my bros
Trippin, don't care bout' these hoes
Going to the top, I'll see how it flows
In a good place, take my heart, take my life, don't break
Real ways to make me feel real fake
Focus on this lense, can't let them all hate
Plotting on me, they was asking for the smoke
In my head they be calling me a joke
Bitch clown hard, she hope I'll choke
Aye, hope I'll choke
Aye, bitch clown hard she hope I'll choke
(2Life) Yeah, yeah (Aye, aye)
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Yeah, all these bitches too fake, too fake
Saw me a foreign so I bought that whole new face
Hated on me back now I see them and they like oh hey
Now she wanna' fuck, I see her staring at my plain jane
New it, I could do this shit, got everything to loose
You be talking shit, so I don't wanna talk to you
And tryna put me in the blame for shit that I ain't even do
That's the way it goes, everybody pissed, I play it cool
Woah-oh, don't know if there's anyone I could say I loved
I just took a xannie, now I'm feeling like a star
Know I gotta quit but I can't stumble, fall apart
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
I told my momma I'm straight
Since I've been getting out everyday
Counting up the commas yeah the bankrol
Now I'm hopping out the god damn wraith
Swerving on the E-way with the god damn top down
These niggas ain't really better, I know they only wanna' talk
Got my hands around the bag and I flooded out the watch
And your bitch that I was fucking, I was all on that box
Smoking on OG, the shit you can't cop
Yeah shit you can't cop
Niggas really think I wouldn't make it this far
But nigga fuck that, now that I'm up you better not run back
(Run back)
(Run back)
(Run back)
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
And I just I-I don't like motherfuckers like that bro
But like, Bimpin, Henny and J
They gon' kill the industry man
Fuck that shit, put it 2Life
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Aye, I've been on the go
Switching up these checks while I'm switching up my bros
Trippin, don't care bout' these hoes
Going to the top, I'll see how it flows
In a good place, take my heart, take my life, don't break
Real ways to make me feel real fake
Focus on this lense, can't let them all hate
Plotting on me, they was asking for the smoke
In my head they be calling me a joke
Bitch clown hard, she hope I'll choke
Aye, hope I'll choke
Aye, bitch clown hard she hope I'll choke
(2Life) Yeah, yeah (Aye, aye)
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Yeah, all these bitches too fake, too fake
Saw me a foreign so I bought that whole new face
Hated on me back now I see them and they like oh hey
Now she wanna' fuck, I see her staring at my plain jane
New it, I could do this shit, got everything to loose
You be talking shit, so I don't wanna talk to you
And tryna put me in the blame for shit that I ain't even do
That's the way it goes, everybody pissed, I play it cool
Woah-oh, don't know if there's anyone I could say I loved
I just took a xannie, now I'm feeling like a star
Know I gotta quit but I can't stumble, fall apart
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
I told my momma I'm straight
Since I've been getting out everyday
Counting up the commas yeah the bankrol
Now I'm hopping out the god damn wraith
Swerving on the E-way with the god damn top down
These niggas ain't really better, I know they only wanna' talk
Got my hands around the bag and I flooded out the watch
And your bitch that I was fucking, I was all on that box
Smoking on OG, the shit you can't cop
Yeah shit you can't cop
Niggas really think I wouldn't make it this far
But nigga fuck that, now that I'm up you better not run back
(Run back)
(Run back)
(Run back)
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
Plenty of us, hit the line, I ain't giving no trust
We gon put you in yo' place, straight into the dust
We gon' rack them numbers up, we gon' win a Grammy, yeah, that is a must
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Writer(s): Gavi Shohet Zabin
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