2FWD (feat. Cookey)
(Ayy you know I just be on some dumb shit)
Ayy- ayy that's my shit T!
Yeah, GTR 205 (Yeah)
Yeah, I gotta dash out (Yeah, let's go!)
Spin your block, out the window
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Don't you fucking tap out)
Popped him in his back, got him runnin' like a track now (Brrt, brrt)
Spin your block, out the window
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Don't you fuckin' tap out)
Fuckin' tap out (Tap)
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Tap)
Don't you tap out (Tap)
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Tap, tap)
Fuckin' tap out (Tap)
Don't you fuckin' tap out
Spin your block, out the window (Okay)
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Okay, don't you fuckin' tap out)
She wanna fuck for some Louis and Prada (She wanna-)
Bussin' it down for some Dolce and Gabbana (She wanna- yeah!)
Not tryna make her my daughter
Callin' me daddy, I'm not her father (I'm not her father)
Shawty a baddie (Baddie)
But I won't bother (Hol' up, huh)
Copped me a Caddy (Caddy)
Yeah, spendin' my dolla' (Dolla')
I'ma just go fuck on a model (Fuck on a model)
Customs on my ass
Fully loaded clip, It's auto (Do, do, do)
Smokin' on all that gas (Smoke that gass, what?)
Filled my cup with sorrow (Yeah, yeah)
Bitches can't touch my class (Class, class)
Rockin' exotic I got that shit you can't surpass (I got that shit, what?)
Huh? What? Dash out
Huh? Yeah, dash out
Huh? Yeah, dash out
Why you gotta dash out?
Don't you fucking tap out
Fuck is you talking about, why you gotta dash out?
What? Where am I?
Fuck am I doing? This shit so stupid
Bah!
Yeah, yeah, huh
Okay
High up, you can see me when you stargaze, bitch (Uh-huh)
Higher than the bpm, her heart rate, bitch (Yeah, yeah, okay)
What up its me, I come and leave, your girl is nice, so dumb and mean (Yeah, yeah)
She sippin' on liquor, I'm simply just sicker, I really don't care, but I act like miss her
And she's a real tease, all she talk about is luxury (Yeah, luxury)
Her pussy so prestige, I had to bring the cutlery (Yeah, cutlery)
Now look at me, its cook and T, we stand like kings on broken knees (Okay, okay)
We run it up, now buss it up and fuck it up G (Yuh, yuh)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What? Yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Hah, hah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm in the back of the Bentley, sippin' on Henny
Never trust a hoe, no I'm never gonna fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Roll up with the gang, we gon' pull up down town
Put a hole in your dome if you ever, ever fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Bitch, I'm underground but I still go hard
Take a wrong step and I'm gonna blow like a landmine
He don't want the smoke, he a pussy ass bitch
We gon' lay that boy out, catch a fade like a tan line (Fuck it up)
Iced out, snow chains
I hand out no change (Ice, I hand out no change)
One shot, close range (Bah, bah, bah)
My flow, so strange (Flow strange, no doctor)
Pull up in a black Lambo (Skrrr)
Roll of in a white one
Twin Glocks, Thing One, Two (Yeah, yeah)
Me and bro fuck around on the road, might just light one (Yuh, yuh)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What? What?)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What?)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Bitch)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Bitch, what?)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Motherfuckers know I'm way too forward, pray when I roll up (Yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck I write my shit while I choke her (Choke her)
Better thank my parents, I was made just to go hard
Wait better hold up, brave like a soldier (Yeah, okay)
Lower (Lower)
Your expectations of what you can achieve (Yeah, yeah)
I waste no time, I'm way too fly my body runs on kerosene (Yeah, kerosene)
All they do is thinking they be killing, but they stealin' and I still wont die (Ayy)
I'm sippin' on some water cause their shit to dry (Ayy)
I told you it was trash, I was bit too nice
Now listen closely, this is holy, I do whatever that my pen decides (Pen decides)
That's a habit, Exoplanet ready to bend space and time (Yeah, fuck it up)
He don't want the smoke, catch a fade like a tan line
Exoplanet, bitch!
Ayy- ayy that's my shit T!
Yeah, GTR 205 (Yeah)
Yeah, I gotta dash out (Yeah, let's go!)
Spin your block, out the window
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Don't you fucking tap out)
Popped him in his back, got him runnin' like a track now (Brrt, brrt)
Spin your block, out the window
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Don't you fuckin' tap out)
Fuckin' tap out (Tap)
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Tap)
Don't you tap out (Tap)
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Tap, tap)
Fuckin' tap out (Tap)
Don't you fuckin' tap out
Spin your block, out the window (Okay)
Don't you fuckin' tap out (Okay, don't you fuckin' tap out)
She wanna fuck for some Louis and Prada (She wanna-)
Bussin' it down for some Dolce and Gabbana (She wanna- yeah!)
Not tryna make her my daughter
Callin' me daddy, I'm not her father (I'm not her father)
Shawty a baddie (Baddie)
But I won't bother (Hol' up, huh)
Copped me a Caddy (Caddy)
Yeah, spendin' my dolla' (Dolla')
I'ma just go fuck on a model (Fuck on a model)
Customs on my ass
Fully loaded clip, It's auto (Do, do, do)
Smokin' on all that gas (Smoke that gass, what?)
Filled my cup with sorrow (Yeah, yeah)
Bitches can't touch my class (Class, class)
Rockin' exotic I got that shit you can't surpass (I got that shit, what?)
Huh? What? Dash out
Huh? Yeah, dash out
Huh? Yeah, dash out
Why you gotta dash out?
Don't you fucking tap out
Fuck is you talking about, why you gotta dash out?
What? Where am I?
Fuck am I doing? This shit so stupid
Bah!
Yeah, yeah, huh
Okay
High up, you can see me when you stargaze, bitch (Uh-huh)
Higher than the bpm, her heart rate, bitch (Yeah, yeah, okay)
What up its me, I come and leave, your girl is nice, so dumb and mean (Yeah, yeah)
She sippin' on liquor, I'm simply just sicker, I really don't care, but I act like miss her
And she's a real tease, all she talk about is luxury (Yeah, luxury)
Her pussy so prestige, I had to bring the cutlery (Yeah, cutlery)
Now look at me, its cook and T, we stand like kings on broken knees (Okay, okay)
We run it up, now buss it up and fuck it up G (Yuh, yuh)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What? Yeah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Hah, hah)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'm in the back of the Bentley, sippin' on Henny
Never trust a hoe, no I'm never gonna fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Roll up with the gang, we gon' pull up down town
Put a hole in your dome if you ever, ever fuck it up (Fuck it up)
Bitch, I'm underground but I still go hard
Take a wrong step and I'm gonna blow like a landmine
He don't want the smoke, he a pussy ass bitch
We gon' lay that boy out, catch a fade like a tan line (Fuck it up)
Iced out, snow chains
I hand out no change (Ice, I hand out no change)
One shot, close range (Bah, bah, bah)
My flow, so strange (Flow strange, no doctor)
Pull up in a black Lambo (Skrrr)
Roll of in a white one
Twin Glocks, Thing One, Two (Yeah, yeah)
Me and bro fuck around on the road, might just light one (Yuh, yuh)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What? What?)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (What?)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Bitch)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (Bitch, what?)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up
Motherfuckers know I'm way too forward, pray when I roll up (Yeah, yeah)
I don't give a fuck I write my shit while I choke her (Choke her)
Better thank my parents, I was made just to go hard
Wait better hold up, brave like a soldier (Yeah, okay)
Lower (Lower)
Your expectations of what you can achieve (Yeah, yeah)
I waste no time, I'm way too fly my body runs on kerosene (Yeah, kerosene)
All they do is thinking they be killing, but they stealin' and I still wont die (Ayy)
I'm sippin' on some water cause their shit to dry (Ayy)
I told you it was trash, I was bit too nice
Now listen closely, this is holy, I do whatever that my pen decides (Pen decides)
That's a habit, Exoplanet ready to bend space and time (Yeah, fuck it up)
He don't want the smoke, catch a fade like a tan line
Exoplanet, bitch!
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Writer(s): Amar Hodzic
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