Five Finger Freestyle

You're up 2-0 what's the story Are you not happy or you're only half happy What's there to be happy about? You're up 2-0 She hopped in the car, I'm pushing the whip no regards I'm telling her what's on the roof, she look at the ceiling thought she was in mars This one of my regular cars, when we not going too far Nigga tender bout the bitch, he throwing out fits think he work for the bar She asked how I make this shit happen I'm a Johnson, something like magic Like I get paid for the shows, when I'm on the road hit her from the backend So fitted its no need for capping, I'm throwing up money she gagging Me and my twin we glued, moving in twos like what's on our fashion I'm mackin' and talking adobe, I don't know you niggas so don't try to bro me Eighty one shots like bean when i get Celine on all of you brokies Yesterday she didn't know me, next twenty four now she wanna soak me I told her be ready by eight, the patek a lake I'm yelling out Kobe Jobs not finished Job finished? I don't think so I'm all on her mental, I told her come check my credentials Bloodline yea we assemble, then get to the bag its essential Pull up on scenes and I show out If I'm hooping on you it's a blow out Pretty ass bitch with a snatched waist she looking for me when she go out You niggas be swearing it's bread in your pocket then show me your statement I'm seeing it's none When it's set and done I sit back and laugh at you niggas for not taking care of you funds Free lil j was never in band but still had a stick and a drum, you niggas is bums We been homeless, but still had to get shit done Nigga wallah Wow pop push a v8 audi Only thing on my side is a shooter, but I nicknamed the bad bitch scottie Still keep bullshit from around me, at the telly we getting shit seen Beat her back in I'm all in her spleen, and the bitch keep on yelling hadeed Damn, got damn