2WO OR THR33 (Prod. GroovyRoom)

Poppin’ off shots up out Mozzi Shorty too hot she off the molly We was on the block goin’ Ricky Bobby Fast lil mommy she licked the loli Ohhh I got two or three traps Bitch look my shades they cost two or three stacks Two or three chain in like two or three straps Make it out my hood you need two or three maps Two or three phone I got two or three phones Even my main bitch got two or three hoes Shorty real exotic she like two or three tones Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s I don’t fuck with cats, only two or three bros Every time I pop out tote two or three poles When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s I be everywhere like I got two or three two or three clones Two or three hundred I don’t know I done lost count Bust down a rolly, change my mind get the frost out Got my little weight up in these streets now I’m bossed out Remember lil bitch had me trippin’ now she crossed out I’ve been in the hood tryna get it now My loft out Somewhere mountain view see a crane when I glanced out Black bandanas everywhere like we gothed out Chopper hit his noodle, he a poodle, spill the broth out Beef in my city you don’t know not just tech world Sucker clout chasin , that ain’t flexin’ , that’s my left curl Right hand whippin’ might throw thirty’s on the humvee Call my chopper Kiki cause I know that she love me I’m a young Ryu go E. Honda on a Chun Li Flexin’ like Zangief ever since a young G I was down bad now I’m up in a plush V Still a slide on you cause I’m straight up out the straight up out the Two or three phone I got two or three phones Even my main bitch got two or three hoes Shorty real exotic she like two or three tones Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s I don’t fuck with cats, only two or three bros Every time I pop out tote two or three poles When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s I be everywhere like I got two or three two or three clones Twenty five thousand for like thirty call me Barry Bond Getting’ all this overhead oh ain’t no carry on Let that thing bang a rang boy ain’t no cherry bomb Tatted up with dreads, hoes think I’m Post Malone When we run down on them couple hundred number cones Yeah I got them cows boy I ain’t talking’ Jerry Jones X that boy out call me Dez I be in the zone Walkin’ away while I’m whippin’ I’m whippin’ I gettin’ my culinary on Bang my line but don’t say too much All I do is get paid too much Slide in club but don’t say too much Cause pussy boy I just hate too much Young boy got Jesus touch Meet Ya maker don’t pray too much Buku chopper that Drako buss Feddi’s coming, that cake tin flush Get it right back like two three months I don’t get high unless two three blunts Big boy weight like two three trunks I COD no need for fronts Get it right back like two three months I don’t get high unless two three blunts Big boy weight like two three trunks I COD no need for fronts Two or three phone I got two or three phones Even my main bitch got two or three hoes Shorty real exotic she like two or three tones Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s I don’t fuck with cats, only two or three bros Every time I pop out tote two or three poles When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s I be everywhere like I got two or three two or three clones Tap in with the plug show me two or three packs I got all the pull I swim two or three laps Milli real soon we ain’t talkin’ no cap Lowercase J you just lookin’ like I Big body V got’em lookin’ like why (y) I said big body V got’em lookin’ like why (y) That’s the letter keep a wetter, streets lookin’ too dry All I say is let’s get it like I’m Woodie Gochild