mr.2 official (feat. Zayzo!)
Turn that fucking fan off I don't want the, I don't want the mic to pick up that fucking fan in the back
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official to official, bitch I'm Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official Mr. Hitman i'm to official, Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official to official, bitch I'm Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official Mr. Hitman i'm to official, Mr. To official
Mr. Hitman, I get that boy touched
Heard he in that pen, I got some boys that kill you locked up
Aye, I'm Mr. Big Killer H-M, put two up on that M, bitch I'm a gang member
Aye, I just can't get no fucks
Every time I try to care, I just give up, can't get no fucks
I'm Mr. To official, why i'm to official, I stand on business, boy I get it in
Every time I fuck a bitch, she runnin' back, I don't need that hoe
Every time I bend that block, I hit that Glock, I buss that door
Aye, I'm chiefin' the keef like I'm sosa
Tell my boy to hit up on the block, he doin' whatever, that boy is a soldier
Aye, he doin' whatever for guap
Every time I spend through on the head, I'm gettin' them gone, I'm gettin' them shot
Them boys crack heads, they be smokin' on flock
Dumpin' on anything, put a K on this top
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official to official, bitch I'm Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official Mr. Hitman i'm to official, Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official to official, bitch I'm Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official Mr. Hitman i'm to official, Mr. To official
I got Mr. Brown and I got Mr. White
Fell asleep on half a xan, I almost missed the flight
Yeah, I cheat but ruby rose, I'm Mr. Right
If I pull up with the switch, then don't expect a fight
Love it when she kiss my neck, love it when she bite
Love it when I'm outta town and I come back, she tight
I don't like woods, bitch I'm smokin' raw cones
Sixteen ain't give a fuck, I'd rob Jon Jones
Before I did this rap shit, I used to rob homes
I don't fuck with my ex, I feel like Rob Stone
Yeah, I'm to official, I'm to official
If you not carryin' a pistol, we not fuckin' with you
You better pray to God it's over when them bullets hit you
Go to your funeral and leave after we fuck your sister
i'm To official, I'm to official
i'm to official, I'm to official
I'm to official, I'm to official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official to official, bitch I'm Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official Mr. Hitman i'm to official, Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official to official, bitch I'm Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official Mr. Hitman i'm to official, Mr. To official
Mr. Hitman, I get that boy touched
Heard he in that pen, I got some boys that kill you locked up
Aye, I'm Mr. Big Killer H-M, put two up on that M, bitch I'm a gang member
Aye, I just can't get no fucks
Every time I try to care, I just give up, can't get no fucks
I'm Mr. To official, why i'm to official, I stand on business, boy I get it in
Every time I fuck a bitch, she runnin' back, I don't need that hoe
Every time I bend that block, I hit that Glock, I buss that door
Aye, I'm chiefin' the keef like I'm sosa
Tell my boy to hit up on the block, he doin' whatever, that boy is a soldier
Aye, he doin' whatever for guap
Every time I spend through on the head, I'm gettin' them gone, I'm gettin' them shot
Them boys crack heads, they be smokin' on flock
Dumpin' on anything, put a K on this top
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official to official, bitch I'm Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official Mr. Hitman i'm to official, Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official to official, bitch I'm Mr. To official
To official, bitch I'm Mr. To official Mr. Hitman i'm to official, Mr. To official
I got Mr. Brown and I got Mr. White
Fell asleep on half a xan, I almost missed the flight
Yeah, I cheat but ruby rose, I'm Mr. Right
If I pull up with the switch, then don't expect a fight
Love it when she kiss my neck, love it when she bite
Love it when I'm outta town and I come back, she tight
I don't like woods, bitch I'm smokin' raw cones
Sixteen ain't give a fuck, I'd rob Jon Jones
Before I did this rap shit, I used to rob homes
I don't fuck with my ex, I feel like Rob Stone
Yeah, I'm to official, I'm to official
If you not carryin' a pistol, we not fuckin' with you
You better pray to God it's over when them bullets hit you
Go to your funeral and leave after we fuck your sister
i'm To official, I'm to official
i'm to official, I'm to official
I'm to official, I'm to official
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Writer(s): Michael Bullock
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