Lyrics:
shit
Hell nah
Can't be number two
If it's somethin' that start like some glue
My rhymes, that shit like the flu
BSG, we tight like a shoe
Hoes want me,
shit
Ride for the gang
We be leaning and shit
2 4 5
Any nigga duck quick
That heater kept me warm
My finger got a itch
Hell yea we strapped
I'm doin
shit
Ride for the gang
We be leaning and shit
2 4 5
Any nigga duck quick
That heater kept me warm
My finger got a itch
Hell yea we strapped
I'm doin
comin' in somewhere on the rim
Section doin' numbers, nowhere by a gym
Droppin' bottles, spend, I'm supplin' 10
Jumpin' out a Honda, I just got it in
You motherfuckers programmed by the programmers
That's why you getting locked up by the dope slammers
Not me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
They music so
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. 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
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
not the two or the three (for real)
I'm watchin' the numbers increase (for real)
We gotta pray for the hood
Pimpin' charges, bro got stories, damn, I
fell in love she better stay away from Cupid
She say I'm the one but b*tch I knew this yea I do it
I'm numero uno
These n*ggas number two
These n*ggas
just put in overtime, I'm doin' numbers like it's two of me
That was back then, time's change, this a newer me
Money conversations at the table, I
right, what I'm doin' is wrong
Only time I do right is when I'm doin' a song
So, expect your ex to exit the area
Exterior vex, perplex by the sex
What
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
myni mo
Tell me what you think imma tell you what i know
Im not trynna sound not humble but the shit im doin not broke
I been doing numbers only and you
number two in the air
I see a clear “v” but they say something else
Gotta go before they y’all gonna blame
My bottom ain’t sitting lika dummy ass
Thu Thu
Fighting with me over dumb shit, saying my name when we touchin'
Catchin' your vi-i-i-i-i-i-i
Doin' you ri-i-i-i-i-i-i
Captured in ti-i-i-i-i-i-i
I'm on your
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
Now if I can't be number one, I will not be number two unless I wanna be
And right now I'm in no mood to be number two
That's right I got papers
The other damn level today
The other damn level today
The other damn level today
The other damn level today
And fuckin two of the finest
Bushwick Bill
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G;
it used to be fun but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin fuckin fuckin
(Bushwick Bill)
And fuckin two of the finest bitches around G
it used to be fun, but now it's gettin borin to me
Constantly fuckin, fuckin,
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
Ha ha
Yeah yeah
Make it butter
I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
No doubt
Ayo watch yo mouth!
Ayo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze
Huh
Ha (ha), yeah (yeah)
Make it butter (ay caramba)
Bankhead bounce, no doubt
Ayo watch yo' mouth
Ayo, one, two, three, four, five, six,
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