2x2

Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2 Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2 Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose Four in the Brisk, y'all sip Goose Suicide top, leave the roof off the Coupe I got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon' touch He finna jump out the room That fake shit wack, get cut off Drac with an AK, shit got cut off You ain't got racks, bitch, shut up Take one call, get your pussy ass knocked out I got your main bitch knocked up Military grade with the shit, put a missile on the blick I could get your ass fucked up Heard you gon' slide, but your mother didn't die That's good, lil' bro, you done lucked out It's real sad that it take one guy to run through your whole damn trap house With that fake ass chrome in your heart That shit ain't be real, lil' boy, whip them racks out I just bought a new Ghost finna crash out I just bought a new blick finna lash out And his goofy ass stay doin' stand up Yeah, I come out the trap when the scanner's on him If that boy want a lack, put the blame all on him Should we cut off his limbs? We dismantling him If I don't wanna shoot, my boy handling him I'ma bust out a three and get hit in his rim I'm way past talking, I'm offing a bitch We catching a moth and we auctioning stick Keep eating these bullets, he fat as a bitch Got me sipping on juice, at the red light Finna hop out at the stop sign, go Tryna find his ass, it's about time Like, no, I'm not you, I'm 'bout mine I done spin around 'bout four times Get your goofy ass robbed, that's whole time Heard you was bringing my name in the trap Boy, you lucky that I don't blow mine Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2 Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose Four in the Brisk, y'all sip Goose Suicide top, leave the roof off the Coupe I got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon' touch He finna jump out the room That fake shit wack, get cut off Drac with an AK, shit got cut off You ain't got racks, bitch, shut up Take one call, get your pussy ass knocked out I got your main bitch knocked up Military grade with the shit, put a missile on the blick I could get your ass fucked up Heard you gon' slide, but your mother didn't die That's good, lil' bro, you done lucked out Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2 Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose Four in the Brisk, y'all sip Goose Suicide top, leave the roof off the Coupe I got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon' touch He finna jump out the room