2 Minutes
(Gunna)
I'll be done in two minutes the best verse I ever had
That bag made of gator most expensive bag she ever had
I'm keep going cause it seem to make the haters mad
Three fifty seven Glock favorite game to play freezer tag
Bro them zipping shit inside of freezer bags
I be moving with the same guns that the army has
Twitter fingers on Facebook oh yea I got them mad
All I need is a gram now you zipped inside a freezer bag
This rap shit is a game and I don't play much
You can die over one line it really don't take much
Change shit like tires I got the Midas touch
Leaving niggas hanging high and dry like the Ku Klux
Yea I'm insensitive I ain't got no feelings
God left me heartless the night he took her with him
So it's really been fuck everybody who don't fuck with a nigga
Leave your body cold it ain't the winter
No Forgiatos on my car it's still f you
Leave a permanent stamp on the game just like a tattoo
Out shining these niggas it's easy when I son you
Pull up with the switch spank your ass like I birthed you
I ain't got to waste a bar to tell you what my gun do
I'd rather get head behind the tint see what her tongue do
Niggas kill they day ones what is this world coming to
Asking different people for money that's what a bum do
They like who did it Gunna sound pissed off
They know at any moment I can get it jumping like Kriss Kross
Blow like a bomb don't want to see me ticked off
I always play D you play and I can get you picked off
(Ay Gunna)
(What's up)
(I thought you said you were going to do two minutes)
(It ain't been two minutes yet)
(Ok ok I got you I'm about to go back in then fuck it)
I'm back again like I missed on the first spin
I pray to God that he let all the real niggas win
I'm different ain't another nigga like me
I'm humble but I get ignorant I'm my own evil twin
If it's up then it's stuck just let me know
Don't let them people gas you up like a Texaco
Yea I'm all about my green like Mapco
But I'll spin by myself can't hit me with no RICO
Big dog at a young age Shaq in Orlando
Get pussy when I want what I'm paying for
The whip five percent yea I call it laying low
Play with your kids I don't play though (Bitch)
I'll be done in two minutes the best verse I ever had
That bag made of gator most expensive bag she ever had
I'm keep going cause it seem to make the haters mad
Three fifty seven Glock favorite game to play freezer tag
Bro them zipping shit inside of freezer bags
I be moving with the same guns that the army has
Twitter fingers on Facebook oh yea I got them mad
All I need is a gram now you zipped inside a freezer bag
This rap shit is a game and I don't play much
You can die over one line it really don't take much
Change shit like tires I got the Midas touch
Leaving niggas hanging high and dry like the Ku Klux
Yea I'm insensitive I ain't got no feelings
God left me heartless the night he took her with him
So it's really been fuck everybody who don't fuck with a nigga
Leave your body cold it ain't the winter
No Forgiatos on my car it's still f you
Leave a permanent stamp on the game just like a tattoo
Out shining these niggas it's easy when I son you
Pull up with the switch spank your ass like I birthed you
I ain't got to waste a bar to tell you what my gun do
I'd rather get head behind the tint see what her tongue do
Niggas kill they day ones what is this world coming to
Asking different people for money that's what a bum do
They like who did it Gunna sound pissed off
They know at any moment I can get it jumping like Kriss Kross
Blow like a bomb don't want to see me ticked off
I always play D you play and I can get you picked off
(Ay Gunna)
(What's up)
(I thought you said you were going to do two minutes)
(It ain't been two minutes yet)
(Ok ok I got you I'm about to go back in then fuck it)
I'm back again like I missed on the first spin
I pray to God that he let all the real niggas win
I'm different ain't another nigga like me
I'm humble but I get ignorant I'm my own evil twin
If it's up then it's stuck just let me know
Don't let them people gas you up like a Texaco
Yea I'm all about my green like Mapco
But I'll spin by myself can't hit me with no RICO
Big dog at a young age Shaq in Orlando
Get pussy when I want what I'm paying for
The whip five percent yea I call it laying low
Play with your kids I don't play though (Bitch)
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Writer(s): Vernon Jones
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