2X

Lyrics

[Verse] Sippin' that lean better with your bitch Swear she a fiend, begging for the dick I'm at the peak header of the list I'm doing me, let them get the jist I'll make his cheek meet a nigga fist Beyblade, I pull that shit back and I rip I like my bread and my lettuce with chips Blue stacking, bitch, I ain't banging with Crip No, you can't stay bitch, go find you a Lyft Don't try to sneak diss thinking you slick I grab that heat quick, empty the clip She on my meat, bitch, get off my tip You stuck on hoes I done already hit Currency magnet, that all that I get Drop that façade, boy, you just a bitch I got my rod, I ain't missing shit When I'm in the ring I can't lose Bitch, there ain't no option They tryna steal my sauce Had to put my kids up for adoption I don't even care bout the cost If I like that shit, on God I'm copping I can get you knocked out quick We both know I ain't talking boxing Bitch, I'm the name of the town Hoe pull my pants down, dick slangin' around Got a big ass clip with your name on the round TikTok niggas want fame on a sound My plug bless, cop came with a pound Don't back down, bitch, claim what you bout You can be up, we still taking you down Infinity shots means infinity rounds (Gang, gang) [Verse 2] What you wanna do, lil' nigga? Get your hoe passed right alley-oop, lil' nigga Back then, I was just a rude ass nigga Fast forward, now it's times two that nigga Track meet your bitch, ran through that nigga Boy, you can't shoot where the hoop at, nigga? Don't have no relatives fucking with me Wouldn't wanna lose that nigga, yeah Gang, I'm at his neck, button tie (Gang) Bitch, I'm up and you cannot say otherwise (Gang) I put dick in her tummy, no butterfly (Gang) Lyrics heating the room like it's summertime Man, you kissing and loving all over this bitch Meanwhile she's fucking another guy Man, that's lowkey gay I do not sleep, I'm up all day Don't try to creep, I'll up that Kay You can come test if this shit is a prop if you wanna Stack up my bread, that's a everyday comma How about we fight, I don't like drama Got your bitch rolling my marijuana Chop want a meal, call that bitch Jeffery Dahmer Send me the beat, on God Ima slaughter She said I'm that nigga I'm like, "Tell me some shit I don't know!" Finger on that trigger Make a pussy nigga backdown from Gunsmoke Said you got them funds nigga back that up Where the fuck your funds go? Yeah I might be him Promise you that I'm farthest from the one though [Outro] How many times I gotta tell these niggas I am not the one? Not the one to play with, not the one to step by Not the one to cross nigga, all that shit Uh, gang (Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!)