FIGHTIN

Two-tone braces fightin all my wrist and arm We can't get along they don't get alone Two-tone braces fightin all my wrist and arm They don't get along we can't get along Two-tone braces fightin all my wrist and arm They can't get along we can't get along I'm in a drop top benz I don't got friends It's just me and the bad bitch 10, windows tint Lord forgive my sins I'm rollin' Patron and Figo in my mix, she gon' get Don't be questioning us You already know we papered up She seen them bengys tugged She curious, she down to f*ck When in the section, no pictures Can't get caught up love It's too many slugs Categorizing by the month It's too many slugs I'm fuckin' groups I don't want just one Bad lil' bitch she got a friend They bring her through she gettin' crushed What sexy said when I'm outside on the block ah point me to the slugs Be bitchin' flucky, paper come first How you out here fuckin' for some runtz It's too many slugs I'm tryna f*ck, ain't tryna be a man Aint captain save a ho But I can't go, my name ain't Batman This bitch on my dick She like my music, she my biggest fan Got the drop, fucked this block in a day Left this dumbass with tan A real rule boy, no question There's a new sheriff in town When they see us, they duckin' down I ain't with the f*ck around But don't blame me Blame my neck and wrist They cause commotion now They shinin' and they hot-headed Man, I can't calm them down Cause I got Two-tone braces fightin' on my wrist and arm We can't get along, they don't get along Two-tone braces fightin' on my wrist and arm They don't get along, we can't get along Two-tone braces fightin' on my wrist and arm They can't get along, we can't get along Two-tone braces fightin' on my wrist and arm They don't get along, we can't get along