Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (E Nasty on the track) (IGK, this crazy) You know what the fuck goin' on [Chorus: Blue Pesos] Every time the bag land, I two step I two step, I two step Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step Two step, look [Verse 1: Blue Pesos] Every time I get the bag, I two step Purse first, go to work, if not, exit stage left I see them Johnnies bust you, bitch, turn left I hate when broke bitches yap, that's nervewracking I have sticks in the mattress 'fore I even started rapping, look She gon' slurp when I step 'cause I drip when I'm splashin' I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin', so don't ask me I ain't worried 'bout that bitch, she's so last week Man's dance, two step, flu flam When I hold the cannon, I need two hands Diamonds schizophrenic, switchin' colors, having mood swings Before you hit the field, lace your boots, tie your shoestrings Knock knock, ding dong, who's that? Not me Can't recall a time the club ever asked for ID When I say I'm everything you need, bitch, that's no cap I be tryna stay on rap shit, don't make me go back I don't let niggas through the back, go on and close that A hundred, let 'em hold that, the four-four a snubnose That ain't what I brought today, the fully-auto compact All my niggas cutthroat, long sticks, drumroll Name a nigga out-rappin' me, that's impossible [Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy] Every time the bag land, I two step I two step, I two step Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step Two step, two step Every time I see my diamonds hit the lights, I two step Two step, two step Every time I see the stove, bust open (Ayy), two step (Mmm) Two step (Bitch), two step [Verse 2: Duffy] Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step Fifty-ball on my kit, a foreign whip, shit, what's next? All these blues on me like I'm seawalking, two step I be mud walkin', bitch, you better not spill my juice cup Catch me on that backlock, I'm in your hood two steppin' Why you never outside when it's time to hoop, nigga? If the bitch don't get no chips, she gotta take a rain check Hollow tips, these'll make a tough nigga tap dance I just hit her, we got rhythm, now she two steppin' with me I ain't on your type of time, I'm a few steps early I just poured a deuce of Tris', got my double cup dirty Sauced up, nigga pulled up in a Beamer, poles swervin' To get through that back door, we two steppin', tiptoe Bitch, I know I get dough, still in the field to get more Since young niggas, had some bigger loafs than your big bro It's gon' be a shit show if I let this bitch blow, ugh