Lyrics:
bitches by the two (Dawg)
Hater rest in peace when I pull out that new coupe
And granny pray for me since I jumped off that lil stoop
Ain't a real street
Made a band, wanna make two
Caught a new W, don’t give a fuck bout you
Ima just slime with my crew
Aye bitch, stop tryna run with the swag
I stay for
Imma start living
Let go of the things I can't control
I'm still breathing, I'm so grateful I'm the chosen one
Fighting demons, making sure I never
greens in a pot
Say you the one, not the two, better yet, you not
Why your sales so high? Cause they bought by a bots
Take some notes, young man, learn
Love niggas we lose
If you live in indecision then that decision you choose
Only difference 'tween a Catholic and Christian are written views
Dog it's
the platter
I'm a master craftsman, faster darts man
Stood up I kept moving even when I was the last man
Music is art fam, reviewing our ideas
Still changing up
to mop the floors now who the motherfucking boss?
I been that nigga that could get em by the twos
Snow white, no spikes, two stacks for my lubes
You
to de man dem call Ice Cube (bo! bo!)
And a bust a deuce-deuce or trey-eight bout to get wicked!
One, two, three and I come with the wicked
Style
do, you
Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me, never not at all"
These simple words can put a pause
too live
I just got done doing Burbank
Feel like I'm on a show living 2 lives
Tru that Tru that
Pour the Cristal won't get your boo back
I Carrey that
Dj red alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must i'm number one
People still takin' rappin' for a joke
your finger pop
Ah to the tic toc tic tic tic tism
Live and direct is the rebels of rhythm
On your radio turn up the stereo cause it's working
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
goes for bad reviews, good reviews (uh-huh)
Any press, the news, I don't watch the two, I watch for crews
"Triple Optic" cockpit views
Bird's eye,
but these hoes love my accent
She came up to me and said, "This the number to dial"
If you wanna make it number one, you're number two now
Mix that
right, you throwin your hand in
Twenty-two years and I'm still standin
Put your deal on it if you're still gamblin
I'm holdin more wis than the cultural
been rolling with a crew
A team, a gang, a posse, or some type-a click
And if your firm ain't thick
Then your squad becomes vixed
Be extra careful
high
It’s the last night of our lives
Put your lighters to the sky
Yeah the game is fucked up but we still get by
Yeah the game is fucked up but we
my bars between walls
I'm ripping out like claws covered in barf still shining like stars
Tui means King, salute to all my music familia
650 strong we
to every girl, every boy
Some think I play games cause my name is Toi
Back to raise hell, I got records to sell
I'm still on the top, don't you think I
Marc B went Crazy on this bitch
Aye
Imma Live Forever
Imma Live Forever
Say
Look
This that Forty Twenty Two
Real Nigga Salute
I was in a can nigga
I
the stream is on, my crew live
That's word to Uncle Luke, 2 Live
Ain't in the buildin' yet, but i'll soon arrive
And make myself at home, like who am I?
But
on the bank right now
Lil baby i ain't worried bout
You only get one life better live it up
I ain't gotta go and do it for two
Love is a thing of the past
Good
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
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