2 Hand Touch

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, JayGotThePlug) (Suburban Dude) My nigga Jay Do got the plug, though [Chorus] Yeah, I slide with the killers and scam with the geeks Flew your bitch to Miami, had sex on the beach Spent ten on a 'fit, but it's actually free On stage with big B's like Sesame Street I got tired of bein' broke, that never was me She think I'm pressed, I cut her off, it's never that deep Bitch pussy blew out, eleven to three My dawg known for leavin' shit, I guess he a tree I can teach a bitch the game, just bump into me Call me Craig, got her in the store punchin' the pink Got the neck from your bitch, I'm stuck to the seat Bitch, mind your business, don't get whacked tryna jump in this beef [Verse] Skrrt, gotta chase this bitch When they hit they lights, shit, I thought they was tryna race and shit When I say them poles on us, we ain't takin' pics See the red light, I still go like IceJJFish They said thou shalt not steal, let me pray right quick Doin' fraud, slidin' everywhere like my brakes ain't fixed Catch a body, take a trip like Tay-K did Lil' nigga ridin' big wheels, I'm a Bebe Kidd (You see me) From the block to the yacht, bitch, we up now (Bitch, we up) Made your bitch drive the boat like Spongebob (Ayy) Hit one time, switcharoo, let G fuck now (G-Money) Teletubbies, I be in the field to make my son smile Keep the money that you owe me, I want blood now You was just in here rollin', you a thug now? Ass fat, stomach flat, I like 'em fun-sized Picked her up and fucked her like Melvin while y'all son cried [Chorus] The mag on the seat Flew your bitch to Miami, had sex on the beach (All night) Spent ten on a 'fit, but it's actually free (Slide) On stage with big B's like Sesame Street I got tired of bein' broke, that never was me (That ain't me) She think I'm pressed, I cut her off, it's never that deep (Fuck on, bitch) Bitch pussy blew out, eleven to three My dawg known for leavin' shit, I guess he a tree (Baow) I can teach a bitch the game, just bump into me (Bump into me) Call me Craig, got her in the store punchin' the pink (Craig) Just got the neck from your bitch, I'm stuck to the seat (Glue) Bitch, mind your business, don't get whacked tryna jump in this beef [Outro] Yeah, niggas look up to me Niggas tellin' my whole life In his words, niggas killin' me softly These niggas killin' me (Niggas lame) Naw, how these niggas dissin' and they fuckin' fans? (Fans) Catch him lackin' while it's dark and I'ma up the can' Put the spotlight on him, Jasmine Sullivan (I see you) Nigga, you ain't goin' nowhere like the running man, hey (Come here) Pass the bitch to my man so I can fuck her friend You can't hang around the gang 'less we jump you in Bitch, oops, I mean fuck you in Nigga, ayy, bitch, what the fuck you sayin'? Nigga Ayy, I don't need no fuckin' pen Ayy Ayy, bitch No pen, no pad like two-hand touch Nigga run up on me, I'ma get his mans touched