2 official (feat. Glo$ito)
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
Aye, Mr. To official
Mr. walk around town with like two pistols
Put some vvs on my neck, now I'm to official
You reach for these fuckin' diamonds, then they gon' miss you
Last nigga tried that shit, died for that shit
It's a damn shame they ain't slide for that jit
You say that your man's gon' die with that bitch
Oh, that your man's gon' die with him
Damn, huh, yeah they went out sad
Told you stop it with them disses, now your ass got bagged
Last one tried to run, and he lost his legs
How you say that you official, you ran on your mans
Why y'all say that y'all official, and you lost your mans
Last one came up on that porch, and he done lost his head
Man, y'all cannot be official, y'all keep losing friends
I'm official with this pistol, I ain't even playing
If I said it, I'ma up it, I'ma spray it
Please don't speak up on the mob, with this drac I catch some dreads
And they know who really stepping pussy, I ain't gotta say it
Huh, lame ass nigga
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
Aye, Mr. To official
Mr. walk around town with like two pistols
Put some vvs on my neck, now I'm to official
You reach for these fuckin' diamonds, then they gon' miss you
Last nigga tried that shit, died for that shit
It's a damn shame they ain't slide for that jit
You say that your man's gon' die with that bitch
Oh, that your man's gon' die with him
Damn, huh, yeah they went out sad
Told you stop it with them disses, now your ass got bagged
Last one tried to run, and he lost his legs
How you say that you official, you ran on your mans
Why y'all say that y'all official, and you lost your mans
Last one came up on that porch, and he done lost his head
Man, y'all cannot be official, y'all keep losing friends
I'm official with this pistol, I ain't even playing
If I said it, I'ma up it, I'ma spray it
Please don't speak up on the mob, with this drac I catch some dreads
And they know who really stepping pussy, I ain't gotta say it
Huh, lame ass nigga
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Writer(s): Michael Bullock
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