Intro] (X on the beats) Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah, man, if Jen ain't do it, it ain't music) [Verse] Pockets lookin' like chicken and bitch, it stay breaded I'll turn this bitch up if I feel disrespected If it's more than two people, I'm uppin' my weapon I'm bringin' the gas and a bad bitch to hit In the club and I'm walkin' like I gotta piss 'Cause I got the snubnose under my dick Grab her neck like a pit while she eat up the dick I smoke too much weed, nuggets come out my shit And these nuggets keep goin', these loads gettin' heavy Shit goin' like pizza, they hot and they ready If we ever go down, don't you worry 'bout me I can't tell on the fam, gotta lethal inject me I'm fuckin' the shit out that bitch, but I remember back then When that bald-headed ho wouldn't let me I be doggin' these niggas and doggin' these hoes Even though I'm a dog, better watch how you pet me "2z, you said you's gon' beat these cheeks You been duckin' and dodgin' me all damn week" "2z, you know when we catch your ass We gon' lay your ass down, we gon' stretch your ass" Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm busy Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' nigga, come with it I ain't worried 'bout a nigga, these niggas is silly Catch me in the hemi with nobody with me Got somethin' that'll scratch you if you feelin' itchy It got different sizes if you feelin' picky Start checkin' your ho for new tattoos and piercings 'Cause some of these hoes got my name on they titty Someone put out the word that I'm tryna fuck Iggy I'm tryna fuck RiRi, I'm tryna fuck Nicki This money ain't shit, I could make a quick fifty Bought mama a car and I told her, "No biggie" They don't wanna admit it, but they know the truth I'm the hottest young nigga to come out the city I know these lil' niggas hate 2z deep down in they soul But they come around and act friendly I really been sprintin' to the money my whole damn life So the bottom my feet ain't pretty I'm takin' this time on the beat for a moment of silence For all of my niggas ain't with me I wake up, I grab me a plate, and I eat I don't lie about the price, bitch, I got the receipts I pull up and collect, I'll be back in a week Got my nigga in jail makin' plays on them P's Some money older, some may got a crease Bought the whole gang a chain 'fore I bought a new piece I'm smokin' that purple shit, Baltimore Raven Learned how to weigh weed when I stayed on Lynn Haven I need my shit now 'cause I'm very impatient Oh, that ain't my bitch, we just fuck on occasion I'm grindin' all day like a dude at a skate park I put the P's in the back of a racecar Treat a bitch like a keyboard, I enter and space bar Like a dyke that was horny, these niggas just play hard
Deep in shorties mouth she coughin like she got an allergy My homie bangin cs but my brothers always jackin me Come to the south im clutchin in the backseat In the alley by myself we gon see who really gon blast me Nd i think its blasphemy They actin tuff but they only ever atn me But i aint on social run in it the back streets Take it to the island thats where all the gansters trap beat
9 times outta 10 ill do whatever, im hot like a sweater in the 100 degree weather, dont get it twisted just put your hair up, im rockin the 40, ill blast whoever, she like how i dish, come take you a hit, im shooting my shot like morty n rick, pull up to your crib, just to pick up your chick, she like to choke. gaggin n shit, we not at my crib what did you think this was stick up, i got my shit tucked switch up like the flow gone get the heat up, yo ass done washed up, beat up, roast beef like arbys but no season
(Young Mike) Bitch it’s that gas Whole lotta choppers they be on yo’ ass I was in the back of the class with the racks and the packs in the bag Gotta get us on the map I don’t care about your strap, lil’ boy gettin’ clapped I be in the trap and I be on my Mac I don’t care about rap, made a ‘hunnid off packs Im a real trap hitta get you whacked for a sack (Lil Med) I was dead broke I was down on my ass Nobody believed in the plan that I had I know them niggas be hatin’ they mad But I get them racks and throw them in a bag I just be flexin’, you need to relax What did I do? Bitch I got off my ass Hop in my whip and I straight did the dash The plug hit my phone (hе got Ps of the gas) Told him bring 3, nigga hurry up fast Run off on him and I know that he mad But bitch I don’t care ‘cus I’m turnt to thе max (said bitch I don’t care ‘cus I’m turnt to the max) (Young Mike) Bitch it’s that gas Whole lotta choppers they be on yo’ ass I was in the back of the class with the racks and the packs in the bag Gotta get us on the map I don’t care about your strap, lil’ boy gettin’ clapped I be in the trap and I be on my Mac I don’t care about rap, made a ‘hunnid off packs Im a real trap hitta get you whacked for a sack (Izzy) I’m a real trap hitta made a ‘hunnid on the streets Ridin’, catch a play, stuffin racks in my jeans Niggas get smoked if they think shit sweet I’ll have a nigga MIA like he playin’ for the Heat (Young Mike) Playin’ with the heat, I ain’t playin’ with my meat Now I’m aimin’ at your head, I ain’t aimin’ at your feet I don’t fuck with the feds, I ain’t never gone speak I ain’t never had a bed, I ain’t never had sheets (Izzy) They ain’t never gave me shit, but I went and got it right Now I’m crashin’ every beat, me, Med, and Young Mike Niggas hatin’ on us, turnin’ up on sight Freestylin’ every beat, swear to God shit light (Young Mike) Swear to God the shit light, like they muhfuckin’ bag And I’m really ‘bout to smoke ‘em like some muhfuckin’ gas And homie finna poke ‘em but he really not a fag Yeah I’m a leave him him open, I’m a leave him wit’ a tag (Izzy) Ride around swangin’ you can hear my shit knockin’ I ain’t fuck your hoe but I passed her like Stockton Me and Mo was ridin’ flippin’ packs for the profit Niggas really bitches they just all of the gossip I was locked up I was still catchin’ sales Niggas know my name hold weight like scale I called the plug up and told him bring a ‘hunnid Ps I gotta show these niggas who got real clientele (Young Mike) Bitch it’s that gas Whole lotta choppers they be on yo’ ass I was in the back of the class with the racks and the packs in the bag Gotta get us on the map I don’t care about your strap, lil’ boy gettin’ clapped I be in the trap and I be on my Mac I don’t care about rap, made a ‘hunnid off packs Im a real trap hitta get you whacked for a sack
Story Time (Intro) Lyrics [Intro] You know, everybody has a story Yeah (True, true) Lemme tell you a little story about this guy Okay Goes by the name of um... 2z? 2z? Yeah, Yeah, that's it! 2z! What kinda fucking name is 2z? A lot of motherfuckers hate the guy I mean a lot [Verse 1] Mama, can I get them new Jordan 4's? Pissing me off, she kept telling me no So I went out and got them on my own I was only 15, but I thought I was grown I was 15 fucking bitches in college Go to they dorm and go through they wallets Circle got smaller 'cause niggas wasn't solid You only they dawg when they hands in yo' pockets You niggas changing on gang for the pussy You gotta give her some brain for the pussy Tired of niggas try take me for pussy We do not hang with lames or pussies Half of my mf family was addicts Half of my mo' fucken partners was trappin' My mama didn't raise up no bitch, so what's happening? Bitch I'm from Dallas, I ball like a Maverick I looked at my mama and lil' sister face I promise I can't let 'em down (I can't let 'em down) I looked all my niggas in of them faces I told 'em we ain't backing down (Backing down) 'Cause once we get up there I promise you nigga It ain't no comin' back down I'm sorry your honor, I'm telling the truth I wasn't even in town [Verse 2] Roll up the gas and bag up the Reginald Watch how I tax it like I'm Uncle Sam How you gon' hate me? You still buying grams Goofy-ass nigga I smoke out a pound My brothers keeper, I promise I am We always fightin' like Martin and Pam Been through that money, I love how it sound That pussy go *smooch*, I love how it sound Okay, you go and do that Well I'ma go and do that Texas we been on that drank Now everybody sip, ayy Half of these industry niggas is bitches I call these niggas some brats You only heard if I'm telling the truth Nigga this straight facts Niggas this straight gas I'm counting straight cash Yeah, yo' music straight my nigga I meant to say straight ass Just picked up a freak ho Has to get my rocks off She told me my feet ugly I still fuck with my socks off (Bitch) I don't care what these hoes think (These hoes think) I don't care what these niggas think (These niggas think) I smoke me a raw cone I pour me a raw drink Before you run in this trap house Nigga you better rethink (Better rethink) Yeah, I'm on some mob shit Throw his ass in that fish tank
I sleep with one eye open just like I'm Fetty In something real fast, it gon' be hard to catch me Just left from the east I was fucking lil' Leslie But just last week, I was fucking her bestie Put yo' ass on heat if yo' ass don't work I'ma run this shit up and retire like Dirk Got him mad at his bitch 'cause his hoe tryna flirt Nigga let her flirt! And it is what it is, nigga fuck how you feeling I'm still independent, just turned down a million I just spent a band just to make me some merch And then went to the hood, passed it out to the children Got this shit out the mud, ran it up to the ceiling Burnt off in the Hemi, banana, I'm peeling I don't give a fuck how these fuck niggas feeling I do what I want, when I want, I be chilling I stuck wit' my niggas like Ed, Edd n Eddy Put guap in my GPS, that's where I'm headed No, I'm not a scammer but I need my credit And boy we can take it as far as you let it I like my chicken wing crispy and breaded I'm getting this bread, nigga, where is the jelly? Three racks for the shoes, nigga, watch where you stepping I'm still rocking forces, I feel like I'm Nelly Ay I'm back in my zone This bitch keep on calling won't leave me alone I'm back on the woods, I can't stick to the cones When I wanted that Benz, I did that on my own Gotta re-up again, I did that on my own When I wanted that charger did that on my own When I turned sixteen, I told momma I'm grown At the click of a app niggas swear they the toughest I'll be the same nigga 'til I kick the bucket Them folks hit the door we gon eat it or flush it No, it ain't a secret, I'm serving these nuggets If I let this bitch bang, my ears gon rang Every first of the month momma plotting the game Finna shoot at the Houston and go talk to Dame I finna get chains for the whole damn gang If a nigga want smoke, then it's really no problem We got all the trumps and I ain't talking Donald Too raw with this shit but I still fuck with condoms You want it, I got it, meet me at McDonald's When I bust the pack open, you smell aroma This bitch say she Creole, she straight out the Nola The blunt got me burping like I'm drinking soda Gotta stay to myself cause the game full of cobras
Ayy, ayy Don't come 'round me, nigga, if you ain't got a bank 'Cause nine times out of ten, I'ma think that you leechin' I came in this rap shit too independent Nine times out of ten, that's the same way I'm leavin' This bitch talkin' 'bout she ain't never sucked dick But nine times out of ten, she be swallowin' semen I heard through the wind that a nigga want me dead And if that's the case, why I keep wakin' up breathin'? I never type back, I just pop out and spin 'em You rock with that nigga, you gettin' popped with him Green tips on my bullets, they bite like some venom I'm finna make one of these fuck niggas feel 'em Ain't no cap in my rap, niggas know we 'bout business His block was too straight, so we had to come bend it I'm squeezin' that bitch 'til it's done like a lemon Finna give this ho back, nigga, give me a minute Creep on him tonight and then hit him up next week I'm finna pull out and bust on her left cheek Hope you don't fumble whenever you catch me God, I been callin', I told you to text me Put the D on my back like my name Luka Dona-vić Bitch asked for a purse and I called her a funny bitch Ain't satisfied 'til my gang and my mama rich I made a vow to this shit, I'ma honor it I could eat a buffet and my stomach still growl I'ma try to be quiet, but I smell like some loud I just buried a semi right there by the couch Like I'm J.G. Wentworth, I need my shit now I'm a real skinny nigga, but promise I'm heavyweight Opps steady plottin', I know it's a better way Smokin' good nuggets, I think I can levitate We get the drop, hit it up, then we celebrate we get the drop, hit it up, then we outty I'm doin' myself, I ain't droppin' no bounty I been the same nigga since the day that they found me Whole gang get a piece of the bread like a brownie Break bread with your bro, nigga, that's how it 'posed to be I learned shit the harder way, wasn't no one coachin' me When I was a kid, I would sleep with a rosary Now I can't sleep if my gun is not close to me You can filled with this hot shit like Lucifer Alien OG, but I think I'm on Jupiter Hope she in Dallas, 'cause I'm finna Uber her I turned the pressure to diamonds like jewelers It's 2 GMB, nigga, this shit forever I done did it all, bitch, I'm down for whatever I'm watchin' this ho, gotta watch what I tell her 'Cause loyalty one thing a ruler can't measure (I want that piece)
[Verse] Pockets lookin' like chicken and bitch, it stay breaded I'll turn this bitch up if I feel disrespected If it's more than two people, I'm uppin' my weapon I'm bringin' the gas and a bad bitch to hit In the club and I'm walkin' like I gotta piss 'Cause I got the snubnose under my dick Grab her neck like a pit while she eat up the dick I smoke too much weed, nuggets come out my shit And these nuggets keep goin', these loads gettin' heavy Shit goin' like pizza, they hot and they ready If we ever go down, don't you worry 'bout me I can't tell on the fam, gotta lethal inject me I'm fuckin' the shit out that bitch, but I remember back then When that bald-headed ho wouldn't let me I be doggin' these niggas and doggin' these hoes Even though I'm a dog, better watch how you pet me "2z, you said you's gon' beat these cheeks You been duckin' and dodgin' me all damn week" "2z, you know when we catch your ass We gon' lay your ass down, we gon' stretch your ass" Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' bitch, I'm busy Yeah, yeah, yeah, lil' nigga, come with it I ain't worried 'bout a nigga, these niggas is silly Catch me in the hemi with nobody with me Got somethin' that'll scratch you if you feelin' itchy It got different sizes if you feelin' picky Start checkin' your ho for new tattoos and piercings 'Cause some of these hoes got my name on they titty Someone put out the word that I'm tryna fuck Iggy I'm tryna fuck RiRi, I'm tryna fuck Nicki This money ain't shit, I could make a quick fifty Bought mama a car and I told her, "No biggie" They don't wanna admit it, but they know the truth I'm the hottest young nigga to come out the city I know these lil' niggas hate 2z deep down in they soul But they come around and act friendly I really been sprintin' to the money my whole damn life So the bottom my feet ain't pretty I'm takin' this time on the beat for a moment of silence For all of my niggas ain't with me I wake up, I grab me a plate, and I eat I don't lie about the price, bitch, I got the receipts I pull up and collect, I'll be back in a week Got my nigga in jail makin' plays on them P's Some money older, some may got a crease Bought the whole gang a chain 'fore I bought a new piece I'm smokin' that purple shit, Baltimore Raven Learned how to weigh weed when I stayed on Lynn Haven I need my shit now 'cause I'm very impatient Oh, that ain't my bitch, we just fuck on occasion I'm grindin' all day like a dude at a skate park I put the P's in the back of a racecar Treat a bitch like a keyboard, I enter and space bar Like a dyke that was horny, these niggas just play hard
[Verse] I done turned this little shit into gold I remember it used to be rust Me and mama own both of our cars I remember we was ridin' the bus Niggas talk out they ass but I promise to God when we pull up, we make niggas hush Any niggas don't know shit 'bout that boy 2, tell them niggas get off of my nuts Need a bitch with some ass, if the law pull us over you gotta put this sack in your butt Niggas come 'round the set, get to thinkin' they gang, but I promise they not one of us My whole life was a four 'cause I swear it was tough That bitch couldn't hold it down, now that bitch living rough He done popped his first pill now he can't givе it up Told my dawg, "Nigga you starting to turn to a klep'" Rubber band up them racks and thеn throw 'em in the duffy I've been chasing this paper, I smell kinda musty I've been bustin' my gun so my shit is not rusty And I know that boy mad but I bet he won't touch me Look I ain't gon' lie, I just got me some cuddy I hit 'em one time, after that they get ugly After she eat the dick, send her back to her hubby I ain't shit, but these hoes make me sick to my stomach Said your niggas is real but yo' ass is a dummy 'Cause me and my nigga got the drop from yo' buddy It get crazy when shit get to involving money I'm from where it rain, tryna get where it sunny I'm the shit, make you smell it, I ain't finna flush it Put the chopper on auto, you ain't gotta clutch it It's small but it's deadly, I call it lil' Chucky If it's blue or it's green, it don't matter, I love it Bitch calling me rude 'cause I asked her to suck it If it ain't bringing profit, I ain't finna touch it When we didn't have no lights, had to sleep at my cousin's Now I'm sellin' this music and smoking these nuggets I keep stuffin' exotic in all of these Russians These niggas keep trollin' to keep they self buzzin' I cop bread for breakfast like I'm eating muffins I'm not tryna talk, baby, let's get to fuckin' You can tell by the roots growing under my red bottom shoes that Lil 2z got his out the dirt And that bitch that you fuckin' 'round with, told me y'all lil' plan Why the fuck would y'all think that shit work? And I know that they call me Lil 2z but no matter what, bitch I'm always gon' come out in first And I just left the mobile home, I just weighed up a few p's, but I spilled a whole ounce on my shirt Watchin' SmackDown at Nitas 'cause we ain't have cable Nobody but mama put food on my table My mom named me Angelo 'cause I'm a angel I'm bustin' this chopper sideways from an angle I'm bustin' this bitch from the back while I spank her My daddy wasn't there, but I still gotta thank him If it wasn't for him then I wouldn't be able That's why I don't hate him, my nigga, I'm grateful
Like a thumb and a middle finger, bitch, I be snappin' Wipe my ass with a twenty, I ran out of napkins Rub her down with the Johnsons, I ain't talkin' magic And I ain't gon' lie, I like mine a lil' ratchet Got choppers same size as a newborn pony My lil' friend a lil' more bigger than Tony These sandwich-ass niggas, these niggas bologna They never act the same when they not 'round they homie I don't care about shit if that shit ain't a comma Ran up a few racks in that '96 Honda I get the bitch Rousey like her name was Ronda Thеse white peoplе trippin' except for my mama Bitch, I been in that water, I grew me some gills Yeah, shit was fucked up, had to miss a few meals Ayy, what's it gon' take for Lil 2z to sign? Look, just give me five mil' and I swear it's a deal Why you ask so much questions? You buggin' me out Pull up just to fuck, after that, then you out My dog pissed on the bed, gotta fuck on the couch Got some shit put away if shit ever go south Bet them niggas won't ride when you hit a few lumps I'm not tryna love you, I'm just tryna hump How the fuck I'ma love you? My heart barely pump I'ma nut on her face if she voted for Trump Plug late on the shipments, I told him to hurry He sendin' some extras so I don't get worried Ayy, fuck the rap shit, bitch, I'm still gettin' dirty I'm ballin' like I fuck with Ayesha Curry It was Syrian sandwiches, now it's zucchini Noodles used to be ramen, but now they panini When I don't got a haircut, I throw on my beanie If she say she a dog, I'ma throw her the weenie Eatin' five-star meals 'til my stomach get bloated When I get the bread, I don't let it get moldy Like my weed got a trigger, this shit keep me loaded This shit came in last week and I already sold it I'ma stack up the cheese, I ain't lettin' it melt Got some contacts in LA with top of the shelf You got fucked out your contract, I'm signed to myself Got that bitch in my jacket, it's not on my belt In that water, you either a shark or some tuna How I run to the money, should've partnered with Puma Ayy, move, bitch, get out the way like I'm Luda Zone 2, Lynn Haven to clear all the rumors I don't wanna fuck, you know Mar got bougie They know I'ma ride for my dawg like I'm Stewie Let me know this shit real, tat my name on your booty If that bitch play her part, I might buy her some boobies I'ma home run the bitch when we in the ninth inning I'd rather just own it, I really hate renting Go to sleep with my bread like I sleep in the kitchen Got a cougar white bitch look like Hillary Clinton I'ma be the same way 'til I'm buried and pale I knew I'd be royals like I was Adele I don't live 'bout no bitch, but I keep me some shells Man, ashes to ashes, we all go to hell
[Verse 1] Bitch you blowin' my high She goin' bananas I'm shippin' out P's to my boy in Atlanta These bitches say, "2z, you too hard to handle." I keep it a buck when I'm on and off camera (Hol' on) If I call you a bitch, don't take the wrong manners (Bitch) Bitch, I'm from Texas, that's part of my grammar If it's up then it's up, we ain't signin' no treaty (Hol' on) That little shit you flexin', we give to the needy (Fuck that) We sell lots of green, my niggas sell hard If rappin' don't work, then come fuck with your boy I don't pretend to be shit, bitch this how I was born I be fuckin' on camera, I shoulda did porn I remember back then, boy it was hard Talkin' bout shit that we couldn't afford (Ayy) That's when I turned up in that Honda Accord (Ayy) I got me a little, then wanted some more (Ayy) Got me a little then wanted some more guap (More guap) Still gettin' money my people don't know 'bout (Hol' on) Momma said, "baby you makin' me so proud" (Ayy, ayy) Book you a show, we gon' come through and show out [Bridge] Ayy, ayy, ayy, hol' on Book you a show we gon' come through and huh-huh Ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 2] My little cousin BJ, he love clappin' pistols Beatin' that pussy, I'm makin it whistle Ain't feelin' you niggas, not even a little Fruity-ass niggas be sweeter than skittles (Ayy) Talkin' real shit when I'm writing these riddles (Hol' on) I'm my own boss, you the man in the middle My bitch ass fat, I be watchin' it jiggle (boing) Fat ass wood, bitch look like a pickle Could've popped me a chain with the pack money (Nigga) Don't play with me nigga go play with your children I just started gettin' real rap money It's comin' together, what a wonderful feelin' (Hol' on) Got hoes left to right, they be callin' me daddy It be hard to pick like some hair when it's nappy (Ayy) Got this shit on my own and you got it from daddy (Ayy) I send my bitch to the store to get some more baggies (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Nigga trippin', he must be off of the meth I'm right-handed, but I shoot good with my left Bitch trippin', she want some Prada and Louis Little bitch didn't know, I'm a dog like Scooby (Grr) Nigga, I need it in twos, I'm 2z Thought I was steamin', the way that bitch blew me Spittin' this shit, got me wipin' up loogies We was little kids, tryna' smoke momma doobies When some good shit happened, it always got ruined (Hol' on) Wouldn't know how to win if it wasn't for losin' (Hol' on) Didn't have a home, we was always movin' (Hol' on) Didn't have a point, it was always proven (Hol' on) I'm goin' up like I'm jumpin' for tip-off (Ayy) Three, two, one, watch a young nigga lift off (Three, two, one) Pulled down my pants show my ass, got 'em pissed off Pulled down my pants show my ass, got 'em pissed off Hold on, hold on (Ayy)
From the D to the A, I ain't talking 'bout Yachty From Dallas to Austin, we got the bitch poppin' I ain't talking 'bout The Beatles or no Rolling Stones but a lot of these niggas they know how I'm rocking These niggas gone paste it right after they copy I'm out in L.A. smoking dope in the lobby Wake up and get money, shit turn to a hobby Can't do what I do 'cause you do it so sloppy My niggas still whip 'til it hard like Jane We do it for profit, we don't do it for fame Nigga tried to threaten me 'bout his sister and shit I'm stomping nigga brains in his head like Cain Whole gang iced up, boy its cold as Alaska I'm straight out of Texas, that's south of Nebraska I never met daddy, that boy was a bastard Finna roll up a 'wood and take of like NASA How I cut bitches off you would think I'm a barber Give a fuck 'bout a Bentley, I'm cool in my Charger My bag still running (Skrrt), this bitch getting lost Keep my shit off the web, bitch, I'm not Peter Parker At first you want bottom, we turned to a starter A whole lot of pints, tryna dunk on Vince Carter We leave 'em for dead like a phone on the charger Play 'round with the gang, bet he won't see tomorrow I still made it out of this bitch full of hate Steady getting to that check, I ain't got time to waste I be rockin' this ice, but don't know how to skate He ain't fuckin' with us, then he just can't relate This ain't Chick-fil-A but come place you an order Lil' Quincho go dumb like he got a disorder I don't post on the 'Gram but I still a record her She give me that noggin' and then I extort her At first it was Dicky but now its Versace These Alexanders, these not no Huarches Her heat talking stiff like he finna come drop me We pull up with iron and get it hot like a Taki (Ayy) The light always green, who the fuck finna stop me? Got a four nick if a nigga too stalky She drive the boat now she itchin' to top me Ayy, she came to the crib tryna do some pilates [Verse 3: Lil 2z] Stuff that cheese in my pockets, like they quesadillas No new niggas, stay the fuck back, we don't need them My circle can't get bigger than a tortilla I'm mixing this Indica up with Sativa At first it was bad then it got a little good I still got some family stuck in the hood Like my last name Knight, we gon' do 'em Suge Better stay out the way or get rolled like a 'wood We gon' do that boy bad and not say sorry This ain't for a camera, this ain't iCarly Is you ready to ride like a bike or a Harley? We gon' turn this bitch up like a show or a party You could try if you want but it ain't gone be easy Just hit my lil' cousin if you need a peezy They ain't gotta question, I'm riding for sheezy I keep a Kim K like Lil 2z was Yeezy (Baow)
I'm so tired, I'm so fed up Nigga pick yo fuckin' head up Hold up, broke niggas hatin' Tell them niggas get they bread up Can't trust a fucking soul Look how fast that nigga switched up Size 11's custom made You wear 'em you'll bitch up Been strugglin' all my life Like I was on my 100th sit up Lil Carlos said I'm special Take a loss and I'ma get up Hoes used to act like models Now I'm in they throat like hiccups Watch the niggas you around Waiting for you to slip up Don't think just 'cause you down That you can never get up Shit, look at me, I came off of drugs And stick ups, so fucking paranoid I think my homie tried to kill us It's okay, don't sweat 'em Just another nigga after me Never prayed to God When I opened up my mouth to eat Somehow I dodged a bullet When these hating niggas after me Nigga tried to send a bitch Try another strategy 15, started smoking weed Then I started selling drugs 16, lost my brother Los Fuck it, I can't show no love 17, I questioned God Why was thing the way they was 18, Mama kicked us out Fuck it, back to selling drugs Make bread, I free the crack I can't do a 9-5 'Cause if I'm living broke I'd rather slit my throat and die Shit got real, I had to face it Shit got real, you went and hide I woke up and finally noticed Niggas masters of disguise All them fucking court dates I had my girl by my side Wasn't no nigga in that room That's when I opened my eyes All that brother shit they talking They just fucking with my mind You can miss me with' that homie shit Suck my dick and die nigga I'm so tired, I'm so fed up Nigga pick yo fuckin' head up Hold up, broke niggas hatin' Tell them niggas get they bread up Can't trust a fucking soul Look how fast that nigga switched up Size 11's custom made You wear 'em you'll bitch up Been strugglin' all my life Like I was on my 100th sit up Lil Carlos said I'm special Take a loss and I'ma get up Hoes used to act like models Now I'm in they throat like hiccups In school, high as fuck I can't remember none of my freshmen year Promised all the bitch ass teachers Said I wouldn't make it here Now what I make in 30 minutes Probably take they ass a year They working everyday Shit, I'm probably taking off a year Probably somewhere outta state Smoking dope and counting cake If it ain't in the trunk It's prolly on my fucking waist I ain't taking shit for granted 2z always play it safe I know I could lose my life any given day I went down a different track Fuck a friend, I got my back Tax a nigga for a sack Rob 'em get my money back 2z you a asshole Bitch I know, don't tell me that Guess his ass untouchable Them the ones I'm tryna jack Always on some money shit H2 dummy shit You gon' have to eat before I suck You funny bitch, trappin' on that jumping shit Fuck the law, we running shit Got my guard up on these niggas With' the trusting shit I'm so tired, I'm so fed up Nigga pick yo fuckin' head up Hold up, broke niggas hatin' Tell them niggas get they bread up Can't trust a fucking soul Look how fast that nigga switched up Size 11's custom made You wear 'em you'll bitch up Been strugglin' all my life Like I was on my 100th sit up Lil Carlos said I'm special Take a loss and I'ma get up Hoes used to act like models Now I'm in they throat like hiccups
Why they worried 'bout 2z? I don't understand I own my own house and I own my own land I own my own car and I own my own brand And I'm my own muscle and I'm my own man I do what I want, I don't do what I'm able I'm still laughin' now and I'm still laughin' later Just do your research, it's a reason they hate it This F&N next to me like it's my neighbor Had to run up them Jacksons, ain't talkin' 'bout Janet Ain't sinkin' this ship, this is not the Titanic Like my heart a bad artist, it's so hard to manage Told y'all never take none my kindness for granted This shit kinda hot, go and grab you an oven mitt Niggas get caught and make deals with the government I get the pack and I have me some fun with it Trap likе McDonalds, 'cause nigga, I'm lovin' it [Verse] I couldn't do no bitchin' and whinin' It's too much money out herе not to eat Ayy, where is your business? Go'n mind it I don't know why the fuck niggas keep watchin' me Old hatin'-ass nigga act straight like a bitch I ain't worried 'bout it, though, keep doin' your shit I'm tryna get wealthy, fuck tryna get rich I'm fuckin' my cougar bitch, she thirty-six But we went to school with some holes in our coat Ayy, I'm laughin' right now, but that shit wasn't a joke And the world fucked up, all you got is your hope Still stackin' this bread like a nigga was broke Think I pissed off a witch 'cause I feel like I'm cursed I sell medication, I feel like a nurse I keep makin' waves, so I feel like I surf I'm always gon' come up, I feel like a burp Used to ride 'round the hood on a bike like Jody Slept in a U-Haul, that shit wasn't cozy We just lost Floyd and we just lost Kobe If you say you love me, then you gotta show me Look, I'll give you two if you give me that four Look, that's just for you, don't let everybody know If she act like a bitch, then I'm lettin' her go But I'm tellin' you shit that you already know This 2 shit forever, I can't switch sides My eyes on the money 'til I go blind I'm wakin' and bakin' like I make pies And I been through hell like I already died Mama cryin' every night with her head in her shirt Got this shit out the mud, got my hand in the dirt Like the shit that's supposed to work don't ever work And the shit that's supposed to hurt don't ever hurt Gettin' money feel better than fuckin' on KiKi Wake up every morning, I'm workin' like RiRi Whenever I eat, nigga, I don't eat greedy I look up to me, not the niggas on TV Is you down to ride 'til the end, 'til I'm crashin' it? Me and Lil Bug had to share the twin mattresses We was fucked up, eatin' weenies and sandwiches I'm tellin' you now, but it's deeper than rappin' shit Why they worried 'bout 2z? I don't understand I own my own house and I own my own land I own my own car and I own my own brand And I'm my own muscle and I'm my own man I do what I want, I don't do what I'm able I'm still laughin' now and I'm still laughin' later Just do your research, it's a reason they hate it This F&N next to me like it's my neighbor Had to run up them Jacksons, ain't talkin' 'bout Janet Ain't sinkin' this ship, this is not the Titanic Name a harder bad artist, it's so hard to manage Told y'all never take none my kindness for granted This shit kinda hot, go and grab you an oven mitt Niggas get caught and make deals with the government I get the pack and I have me some fun with it Trap like McDonalds, 'cause nigga, I'm lovin' it
Guns with extensions you already know i done took all them hits its been blow after blow My opps been buggin been watching em close they dont like me winnin and it really shows Caught my opps lackin so i made them froze gotta go out with guns i got too many foes You move out my way thats how it goes i found a good girl i just damn near proposed Im only 13 making racks after racks i done fall back behind gotta follow my tracks Got so much guns and got too much macs it be shot after shot so go call men in black Im only a teen i see something mean i been taught to fight back on my way i attack
