2-Man

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] Ayy, ShittyBoyz, Dog$hit militia Long live $cam, RIP Chris You hip skip? huh [Verse 1: BabyTron] Ayy, I'm with the Catch-A-Hat crew, you gotta hit a fitted I'm quick to pimp a soda, you would think the kid Xzibit Hoppin' dick to dick, you gotta know these bitches ribbit (Haha) I hope you don't think we got buttons just to pistol whip 'em Two hundred shots and half a ticket, it's just me and Von Dude the Moissanite maniac, I see S.I Zaga loud as 3F5, told her suck it, DX vibes All that playin' 'til he hooked up to a bunch of cords just like a PS5 (Brr) That's the money phone My lil' blood got more B's than a honeycomb Bein' broke a joke, you must've snapped your funny bone (Haha) P-U-A, he had pape glitches, where his money go? (Nyah) What the fuck? Bitch, you let me paint your face, how I'm the bozo? Finna bust the Yacht Master just to show 'em how the showboats Shit, I stack it dolo, spend it dolo, count it dolo, you know DSM, I bend and broke the leash, the bitches call me Cool Joe If you know, you know, but if you don't, uh-oh (Uh-oh) I can't see with all the Zaga Za and gun smoke Ain't go to prom, I would've Wockified the punchbowl (Ah) He was prom king, but now he just a cuss though (Ha-ha) She was prom queen, but now she just a bust though (Ha-ha) He used to tattle-tale in school, now he a undo (Nyah) Yo life really only worth a bowl of gumbo Go ahead and shoot your shot, you gotta know my ho Mutombo, ShittyBoyz [Verse 2: VonOff1700] All through the 'Raq, I'm actin' up, I'm like a city boy I got a foregrip on the front with a button, this a silly toy If I ain't have a chain, I'll make you give me yours I just made a million dollars, but that ain't shit 'cause I need plenty more Damn, I thought the song stopped I showed your bitch my chain and then her thongs dropped I almost put it in her ass, damn, that's the wrong spot All my songs fire, all of yours not I need to go back to the store, I got the wrong pop This my homie gun, but I got my own Glock I don't go to niggas hood, I got my own block Uh, we don't need to buy no car, we got our own lot Shoot that nigga in his body till his bones lock We shot him twenty feet away, boy, that's a long shot We not talkin' NBA, boy, that's the wrong Top Uh, this is not a ARP, boy, this a long chop I would not get in that V if it ain't fast shit Bitch, I act the way I act 'cause I ain't never had shit She say, "Von, do you love me?" Not a tad bit Me and Tron just pulled eight, we with some fine shit Damn, we on the two man Why this nigga talkin'? He can't even show me two bands Chop so big, I had to shoot that bitch with two hands If I can do this shit, my nigga, you can That nigga ran up on me, hit his ass with a hadouken Uh, he dropped a diss on 'em, that cost him two friends You say you see the opps, lil' nigga, shoot, then He came inside at 2, and then he died around like 2:10