2 Ps (feat. Slim3yguy)

720 niggas, YSN', you know what the fuck goin' on, 2 Ps, nigga, 2 Ps, 2 Ps, 2 Ps, nigga
It's Luh Jlo, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, what the fuck is that
2 Ps, nigga, come on, I'm finna, aye punch me in
Look, a lot of niggas out here rappin', but is they really livin'

A lot of bitches out here finished, so is they really giving 'It's some niggas hatin' on me, I ain't even trippin
And it's some hoes lovin' on me, I can't love these bitches
They free my baby out of jail, I went to pick him up

We on the road to them riches, tryna run it up
Bitch, I'm in love with the wock, I got a triple cup
I'm high as fuck, blowing woods with my nigga Chuck
Southside babies, we ain't never really gave a fuck

Ayy, if you ain't talkin' bout no cash, then it's irrelevant
You ain't never bust yo gun, boy, it's celibate, Glock 40 big as fuck, I named it Elephant
Man, my bitch fine as hell, I think she heaven sent

I'm smokin' Zatti down the block, you can smell this shit
Two ps, nigga, two ps, I done lost it all
And made it back off QP, I can't fuck with these hoes
Cause they all some groupies, I got onions for a hunnid

Know I love that blue cheese, mind of a maniac
Bitch, I feel like Boosie, fire Zatti in here kickin
Man, I feel like Bruce Lee, niggas out here hatin' on me
They don't even fuckin' know me, two-four shots out this drac

Ah, hit his ass with Kobe, riding ' round with BXYP
And a motherfuckin' stoly, five percent in this whip
And I'm in this bitch with Tony, niggas out here cheap as fuck
They ain't never got no pape, bitches always dick-suck

They need to get up out my face, if you wanna make some racks
Hit my brother with your chase, leave no witness on the scene
So they gotta toss the case, I'm high as hell in the stu
I feel like I'm outer space, got some lyrical ass drugs

Pour it in my lemonade, get the bows from out the spot
Boy, I'm tryna dodge a raid, need a go and, get a job
Cause you ain't even gettin' paid, oh, cheap ass
Niggas always flexin' petty pape, so many heads on my phone

I can't never catch a break, gang task on our ass
We be all around the city, tryna move another pound
Boy, you know that I get busy, I got fire ass KDs
You can get them for the 50s, niggas tellin' on they mans

My mistake, them as lil' Mickey
I'm off a four, I might lose my mind if I don't find no zas
Trench, baby, type to rob your son and go and serve your mom
I'm off a perk, I beat my bitch ass, I thought she touched my pounds

This Gen five became sexy red, I'm out here servin' rounds
This bitch on my dick, she suck a tip, I told her, slow it down
I hate niggas talkin' down her hoes, no, I can't have you round
I know some real niggas drill niggas, they probably served you rounds

My niggas kill niggas, real niggas, they might just send you down
Yeah, a lot of niggas out here rappin', but is they really livin'
A lot of bitches out here finished, so is they really givin'
It's some niggas hatin' on me, I ain't even trippin

And it's some hoes lovin' on me, I can't love these bitches
They free my baby out of jail, I went to pick him up
We on the road to them riches, tryna run it up
Bitch, I'm in love with the wock, I got a triple cup

I'm high as fuck, blowin' woods with my nigga Chuck
Southside babies, we ain't never really gave a fuck
Ayy, if you ain't talkin' bout no cash, then it's irrelevant
You ain't never bust that shit, boy, you celibate

Glock 40, big as fuck, I named it Elephant
Man, my bitch fine as hell, I think she heaven-sent
Smokin' Zatti down the block, you can smell this shit
Nigga, two Ps, nigga, two Ps

I done lost it all and made it back off QP
I can't fuck with these hoes, cause they all some groupies
I got onions for her, honey, know I love that blue cheese
Mind of a maniac, bitch, I feel like Boosie

Fire Zattis in here kickin', man, I feel like Bruce Lee
Nigga, yeah, it's Luh' Jlo
Yeah, damn, cuz you was trippin' and
Shit, yeah, you know what the fuck goin' on

Ayy, cut me off, yeah