TwoTone

Lyrics

[Part I] [Chorus] What you wanna order, baby? Go ahead, do what you want, what you wanna call it, baby? Pull up with that two tone glick, that's that 40, baby She like "Neph, you changed, Neph, you goin' Two Tone" Feel like OJ Juiceman with two phones Girl I need my [?] right now, so leave me alone Walk off in that bitch and talk my shit, did it on my own She like "I thought you was Ben Ballin'," girl, I'm Too Tuff Tone [Verse 1] Girl, I'm goin' through these withdrawals right now, leave me alone I up this glick, that bitch gon' spit, sound like it's Layzie Bone She like "Where the hell you been and when the hell you comin' home?" Bangin' on a bitch, not bout to argue on no phone Yeah, not right now, girl, leave me alone Tell that boy to fuck off with that [?] shit on my phone Bean wearing off, bae, I need another dose Opps did what? Shit, they ain't comin' close [Chorus] What you wanna order, baby? Go ahead, do what you want, what you wanna call it, baby? Pull up with that two tone glick, that's that 40, baby She like "Neph, you changed, Neph, you goin' Two Tone" Feel like OJ Juiceman with two phones Girl I need my [?] right now, so leave me alone Walk off in that bitch and talk my shit, did it on my own She like "I thought you was Ben Ballin'," girl, I'm Too Tuff Tone [Verse 2] I got [?] in my system, driving fast, I can't quit Bitch, I pulled up seven Ps, nah, you can't get a zip My bitch bad as shit and slim thick More New York hats than a neighborhood Crip Yeah, they like "Neph, you on some shit" Pardon me right now, baby, I'm Ben Ballin' like a bitch Yeah, run that back, make it make sense Do what I do how I do what I do and I do what I do in this bitch [Interlude] She like "When you gonna go home?" Girl, I got a couple licks, Neph ain't bout to prolong Baby, I ain't bout to prolong Uhh! [Part II] [Verse] Came with the glick, gotta watch everybody Takin' a toll, had to quit with the molly Meet you up front, better call somebody I'm not the one, hell nah, you can't play with me Mama told me "Son, you nothin' to play with" Opps even know that I ain't nothin' to play with Broke-ass bum-ass [?], can't lay with it Locked in the bean, did a bid, ain't say shit Who gon' be there when it get hard? Prayed to my money rag, not God Up that git five, let it off Used to have neck braids like "Set It Off" Niggas be cornball, Kellogg's Sharpshooter, on point, head off Phone ring, go to Sonic Hedgehog Hit a lick, me and the team well off I cannot quit what I'm doing Do what I do, I ain't pickin' and choosin' You see me do what? It's illusion Stick gon' stand up like a broomstick Hit a lick, stay down, can't tell nobody Boy rappin' bout robbin', ain't robbed nobody Back on the wall, can't call nobody Boy still in the house, he don't know nobody Get in my groove when the bean kick in My bitch the baddest I seen this year Summertime come, invest Moncler Don't mention my day ones, they not here Nigga still broke and he ain't comin' out Can't argue with a nigga who runnin' at the mouth Put more work in than words come out my mouth Stay down in the trap till the sun come out Swear to God, I wish the liquor store was open Got kicked out the trap, they ain't meet the quota Audi look like it's ridin' on floaters Swear I hate the words "Neph, where you goin'?" Fuck talkin' bout plannin', go do it Big Neph book a flight and get to it Elbow the work, black and blue it You showin' that gun, you ain't gon' shoot it Strongarm a nigga, take all his work Money come first, then the hate second They love you when you broke, that's a blessing You get money, they hatin' and checkin' New shoes ain't got no creases I'll block a bitch and delete her She like "What time is it, you still doin' features?" Five in the morning, doin' beat placements I'll bust a opp head till the white meat Guess what, bitch? Brainstorm made this beat I should tell Brainstorm to loop the beat Brainstorm like "Nah, don't loop the beat" I'm still thinkin' I should loop the beat Till I'm dead, I'mma loop the beat I don't slap niggas for clout on TV Will Smith slapped Chris Rock, not me If I was Will, I woulda slapped Jada Pinkett They woulda cancelled me fuckin' with these bitches 1-800-Slap-A-Bitch-Not-These-Niggas I woulda shot Chris Rock, not slapped him If Jada was his bitch, she shoulda jumped in Bitch, jump your bald head-ass in Somebody tell Chris Rock call my phone Give me two million, Will Smith'll be gone