Number 2

I sit back and blow exotic flavors out the roof
Im known to stand on that business i might need a suit
Yea im number one but i still feel like number two
Yea, better run when them shells get to coming through
Niggas better go what the tell you about self preservation
I aint racist hoe but when i come through i aint sparing Nathan
Don dada hoe they done let a beast up out containment
Dont be asking for no lo
I might fuck around and send a nigga his location
Im like do we have a situation
I aint think so
Keep yo face low cause we be aiming where yo face go
Since a day old ive been thinking about a bankroll
Get my pesos, fuck a hoe we don't chase those
If this the competition yall offending me
Bitch its Dada man cant compare me to no mini me's
Tags out but i was trapping all out that Infiniti
Start a group chat, tell them Dada back
And yall invited to the killing spree
They dont wanna put me on the shows
Cause then they know that i'll cook everyone of the bro's
Feel like youngboy i say fuck em
Watch me headlining my own shit
Get yo dome split, 007 got that chrome shit
Out here A town stomping shit
No im not from zone 6
Bet not be no slow poke
Thats gone get you gone quick
Bro still in the field out here balling like he ole miss
Nigga fuck a deal
Man i'd rather make the whole shit
I aint feeling niggas energy
You either with me or against me aint frenemy's
Im like nigga aint no in between
Thats why the gang Wu tang we gone get the cream
I sit back and blow exotic flavors out the roof
Im known to stand on that business i might need a suit
Yea im number one but i still feel like number two
Yea, better run when them shells get to coming through



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Writer(s): Dajee Johnson
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