2 Amigos

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm so proud of you Caasi [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Bread Game like I'm Fatts, I got Bag money Shit on niggas when I'm mad, I got mad money Dumped a 30 out the Glock, put the mag on him Oh, you finally made your first hunnid'? I feel bad for you Solitarys in my ears, all eye-stone Whip up half a brick of raw 'til the pot froze Still spin a nigga block 'til his block gone Bought a half ton all strong, we don't cop' 'bows For sneak dissin', if it's up, gotta say it now A million dollars ain't enough, that's a baby grind Turn a hood into a plant, how we slanging iron Get my dick sucked while I trap through the rain or dry [Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd] Cuddy hype me up, Quagen got me finna crash out I'm in the trap, I can whip a brick out of glass snow Caught him with his pants down, now dawg ass out No Diddy, I just hit a whip, fucked around, finna pass out Cyber Truck big as fuck, it got Forgies, you gotta share the lanes My bitch on my nerve, she complaining I want every chain What I spent on these Ricks, I could've went and bought eleven Jays Blood all on my wrist, big clock like I'm Flavor Flav Turned into a jeweler, let me talk about the diamond cuts You can't come clouded, you gotta come VVS and up And got FN for the niggas that wanna test they luck This my having sex outfit, I just came to fuck [Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo] Fuck around, jump in the pool, get the diamonds clean Spent a half a band on a Cuban and a diamond link You finally got an A.P., had to pawn the cheap Rich nigga, treat the Maybach like a Honda Jeep Cullinan on 6's, Lamb truck on 28 Forgie, nigga, I been getting money since a Brailist Glock 19 with extension, all we do is count chicken Yeah, you know it's get money, fuck bitches [Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd] I don't move of emotion, fuck around and get you killed I can't back door my mans, I hit his bitch, I gotta live wit' it Tried to apologize five times, and we still trippin' Got all the grip on my shoes, I ain't ever never slippin' IUR Krispy, that's my name to the white bitches Caught motion sickness in the Maybach, I'on like switching You can fuck one of my hoes, I'm bool, I am not trippin' But if I hit one of yours, don't play victim Bitch can't get no Ruth's Chris, she get a two for five Rollie on my wrist expensive, this bitch a Rubicon Tell them people that we fuck with, tell 'em what you'll do for fraud I hit her for a dub, he a newbie, he was new to Chime