2 Liter

Lyrics

[Intro: Lando Bando & Rio Da Yung OG] (313 Mafia) Yeah, man, a whole lot of Hip Hop Lab shit, free Rio (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga) Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga What you just try to do? This lil'— this nothin' (StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard) [Verse] I just tried to pour a whole pint in a two-liter I just had four naked hoes in a two-seater You'll never see me fighting, I shoot people I'm with the same old niggas from West Pat, ain't no new people I just poured up what four plus two equal I just hit a nigga in his head up close, I need shoe cleaner I'll really kill a nigga 'bout them blue people I learned how to live in the neighborhood, what did school teach you? Real niggas pay attention when I talk, I'm a school teacher You a pure pussy at heart, I see through people Start bussin' in the house party and hit two people I got a pint of Act' from my unc', he got leukemia It be hard to chase a bitch, I got bronchitis Hit his whip with a .223, he in the car dying Fuck around and hit the gas tank, it's a car fire I got a run on Vicodin and I'm a bar buyer Got a roll of hundreds on me now thicker than car tires Nigga think he too deep in that water, have a shark bite him Niggas pure bums, ain't even got a credit card probably My bitch just poured an eight of Wock' out, then we start fighting I had to beat the bitch ass, I paid the high for that Told the bitch, "You lucky you my girl, niggas die for that" Don't give a fuck how fast it go, I wouldn't buy a 'Cat I'm a grown man, I'm on the phone with House tryna buy a 'Lac Your car probably forty-six thousand, mine a hundred racks Just hit MGM for ten thou', I ain't comin' back They talkin' 'bout the drank plug in there, now I'm running back Them niggas threw ten shots at me, I threw a hundred back He got a brick, but it been hit more times than a punching bag Hit him in his ribs with the K, he got a stomach bag Nigga drinking all that cut lean, now his stomach bad He let off thirty shots, ain't nobody drop, what you bussin' at? I just bought a rose gold plain watch, I'm bussin' that I just made eighteen racks today, I hustle racks You don't need a eighteen-wheeler for a brick, you can smuggle that I just found some straight drop work, you can stomp on that Let me check my bank account, where my phone at? I see you got a bustdown, but you don't own that All that pussy shit you niggas do, we don't condone that I heard the nigga chain fake as fuck, I don't want that Where you get this bullshit weed from? I can grow that Used to re-up with a zip, now I throw bad Hundred racks, walking out of Paul's with a store bag I'm coming back if this the neighborhood they smoke dope at Eight thousand for a party, where the show at? Bro ask me how this shit going? Where the floor at? Yes, I'm really getting money, how you know that? You just did five years for a pistol, why you go back? I heard bro got the ups on him and they ain't bust back I'll get busy with the glizzy, and the whole hood know that