2 Kings (feat. Upchurch)

No games in this bitch, we ain't playin' in this bitch
Got that chopper big poppa, it go bang in this bitch
With the gang in this bitch, got them things on the ridge
Bunch of white boys pop like 2Pac, think the game got a glitch

No games in this bitch, we ain't playin' in this bitch
Got that chopper big poppa, it go bang in this bitch
With the gang in this bitch, got them things on the ridge
Bunch of white boys pop like 2Pac, think the game got a glitch

Yeah, I'ma get this shit to poppin' when I up and dump this shotgun
Why you playin' pussy possum? Run your mouth like girls that gossip
I drop that your flow is flow, just got home from 40 shows
I got dudes that do you dirty like the local cornerstore

I grew up on rock and rap, now white boys killin' all of that
I started in the trailer, now my money just as long as that
I don't mean to post my price, but I been poor for most of my life
And people owe me favors, have you killed for just a bowl of rice?

Roll the dice, only fuck with dudes that don't talk, only fight
Find yourself fucked up, only thing left is just a lonely wife
I've been known to kiss a kraken, this ain't just some mud boys rappin'
Me and Church have you fucked up like if you played this records backwards

No games in this bitch, we ain't playin' in this bitch
Got that chopper big poppa, it go bang in this bitch
With the gang in this bitch, got them things on the ridge
Bunch of white boys pop like 2Pac, think the game got a glitch

No games in this bitch, we ain't playin' in this bitch
Got that chopper big poppa, it go bang in this bitch
With the gang in this bitch, got them things on the ridge
Bunch of white boys pop like 2Pac, think the game got a glitch

All my homies grimy, baby, all my records shiny, ayy
Rich enough to whip that Lamb', but rather drive that Chevrolet
I came up from them gravel roads, them gangster farmers got the low
More illegal shit in rural spots than down immoral road

Yeah, like Buttrey's barber shop, I cut you up and charge a fee (fee)
Then cruise down 51st, hit Laverte's to go order trees
Last name from the West Side, write that slab just like a river rat
I be crawlin' through the night, bumpin' bass, makin' hooks for cats

White biker strip, no 5.0 facts, my crib bulletproof, no cap
Got guys who worked for President's who drive me 'round in Cadillacs
Like Johnny Cash stay black on black, 50 rounds, go get the strap
Tell hip hop I said, "Howdy yo", I spit sweet tea on every track

No games in this bitch, we ain't playin' in this bitch
Got that chopper big poppa, it go bang in this bitch
With the gang in this bitch, got them things on the ridge
Bunch of white boys pop like 2Pac, think the game got a glitch

No games in this bitch, we ain't playin' in this bitch
Got that chopper big poppa, it go bang in this bitch
With the gang in this bitch, got them things on the ridge
Bunch of white boys pop like 2Pac, think the game got a glitch



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Bradley Calhoun, Ryan Edward Upchurch, Blake Paul Martin
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