2 Easy

Lyrics

[Intro] (Jose the Plug) Bitch, Dog Shit Militia Hmm, hmm Nigga [Verse 1] European buffies, but the soda African Put some hoes in doggy house, but I ain't trafficking Used to blow that fetty, nowadays I'm stackin' it Lyin' to her nigga like she sucked my dick on accident Made a movie, turned these bitches into actresses Feel like Travis, jackin' niggas in my Cactuses Face an oppy by myself, it ain't no passin' it She gon' rip me out my Ricky and get passionate All these fuckin' 'bows, this spot just like a kitchen cabinet Went and bust the Rollies, me and all my niggas matching wrists Bitch, I keep a cannon and some cheese, you'd think I'm snappin' pics You won't catch mе ballin' fists as long as I can rack a blick Upped a fifty, this bitch thought I did a magic trick (Wow) We'll run up in your pocket, got that sack еquipped All this chicken on me, you would think I hashed this shit Catch him in that warzone, I bet I make him pass the sticks [Verse 2] Told her eat my dick up, bitch, that's what you do the best Pop a nigga in his femur, make him do the step I might pull a fuckin' muscle off, all I do is flex I ain't verified, but I still got the bluest check He ran it up for nothin', doggy blew his check Completed all my missions, now I'm doin' quests Run up in his spot, have Cuddy loot his chest In Paris talkin' to my plug from Budapest Woke up, started ballin', I ain't do a stretch I want this shit now, bitch, I ain't doin' next Prefer the MSR, can't even do the 'Rex Throw some birdies in the booth, you'd think the stu' a nest I treat all my bitches how I do my tests (I cheat) Boy, it's still screw my ex, but still could screw my ex (I did) Shit, if I'm gon' do it, I'm gon' do my best Drunk an annex, shit, I don't even remember who I met I get so fuckin' fly, you'd think I flew a jet Buffies on my face, they think I'm doin' reps Saks or Neiman Marcus, I can't do the reps Dog Shit Militia, bitch Mike Amiris now, I used to do the Mexx Throw my dog a bone, we ain't doin' fetch Chasin' 24/7, I ain't doin' rests We be doin' more, bitch, you doin' less At the store with blanks, we just doin' tests We ain't go on dates, we just doin' sex How we on our cheese, you would think my crew was Crest [Outro] Dog Shit Militia, man, this shit too fuckin' easy, I swear to God Hmm, bitch