歌词
2 Step
Got my name in your mouth, you playing with your life
Couple thousand on me, hell yeah, that's fucking light
I gotta pay you just to fuck, I said you fucking right
I'ma seal that shit up and send it overnight
Next day I'm first class, getting on a flight
I'm in my bag, yeah, my pockets really looking right
Bitch choosing and I see exactly what she like
She know a **** poppin', so she tryna join the hype
They say, "G-Man, do your thang," I said, "I can't stop"
Dice and Killer Wood just came home, we from the same block
Rico, get that **** outta here
Chase him with the chopper, find me in the hood
I'm OT, get into the guap and your bitch choosin'
Come pay a piece, you want me at the top
Bring out the Drac, yeah, I'm in they section tryna catch a opp
**** always wolfin' to the bitch, man, you need to stop, don't funk over hoes
But if you want to, you can meet the Glock
How you **** givin' out statements?
Talkin' to the cops, but talkin' hella harder than that
Like you was on the opps, all you **** nerds
Play with me and I'ma throw some shots
Watch a **** body hit the floor when I hit they block
Got my name in your mouth, you playing with your life
Couple thousand on me, hell yeah, that's fucking light
I gotta pay you just to fuck, I said you fucking right
I'ma seal that shit up and send it overnight
Next day I'm first class, getting on a flight
I'm in my bag, yeah, my pockets really looking right
Bitch choosing and I see exactly what she like
She know a **** poppin', so she tryna join the hype (Ayy)
Askin' why I'm lookin' at your chain, I'm plottin' on takin' it
****, don't be holdin' out your hand 'cause I ain't shakin' it
Oh, you say you think you in this field, then let's go take a trip
And I'm in that trap, no basic math, don't need no basic bitch
Livin' in this junk, I'm sparkin' sticks, that's a campfire
Got old **** loaded, made it flip and left a flat tire
Oh, you think you bold until I trip, so it backfire
You a family guy, I'm Stewie Griff, and you Quagmire
Just to warn you, please don't play with me, I'm not a cartoon
This a chess game, you touch my pawn, that's not a smart move
Really in the field, touching green like a yard tool
We be four deep, sliding on the diamonds like a carpool
Got my name in your mouth, you playing with your life
Couple thousand on me, hell yeah, that's fucking light
I gotta pay you just to fuck, I said you fucking right
I'ma seal that shit up and send it overnight
Next day I'm first class, getting on a flight
I'm in my bag, yeah, my pockets really looking right
Bitch choosing and I see exactly what she like
She know a **** poppin', so she tryna join the hype
Written by: G Man Bris