Lyrics:
cross da map
Gotta bankroll, Ridin thru da hood wit da pistol in my lap
Jus a young trap nigga
Tryna be a rap nigga
I be sellin drugs, I be wit da thugs,
switch up dead faces
She don’t love me she love my dead faces
Verse 2:
I can’t keep living life like this
I can’t walk out the house without a pistol
your face, and that's for real
Shinin' harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm
your face, and that's for real
Shinin' harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm
And even if you're a shy guy
The first song will move you along
Where you belong
Chorus:
Lets rock 2 night
Just dim the lights
Just stop on by
And enjoy
NEED
I
DON'T KNOW WHY THEY
HATE ON ME
GRIND HARD
FOR MY FAMILY
ON THE LOW
I'M JUST TRYNA EAT
VERSE 2
WHEN YOU COMIN UP
HATE BE IN THEY EYES
everything you've become
So now we're dead and gone in 3, 2, 1
The curtain call, the final drum
Take a bow, a final song
The lights come on
In 3, 2, 1
Dead,
attach because I'm winning
Check the score
Up by a hunnid and some mo
Even tho the police looking for my nigga high and low
Glock blast do the dash all my
let us end
Replace my heart
I don't wanna live by coping, I'm done with hoping end
And I turn the doorknob with two fingers to be slow
Enough
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
Jesus was a cross maker
Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me
He wages war with the devil
With a pistol by His side
pass my by
That's why I stay oh so high
One blunt
Two blunts
Three blunts
Four
Never stop, Never slow my roll
Times so fast, always pass my by
That's why
taking a shot
At Jay for that line in "22 Two's," couso
He was right, too much West Coast dick-licking
I'm getting my dick licked by a thick bitch when
Probably had the same glock and got the same worth
I'll whack ya ass and skip to da N.O
And lay low in the projects with my kin-folk
AK-47 with the shoulder
when we never raced
I be feelin' this too long
I be feelin this two ways
We been chillin' on the low
Keep my feelings on the low
Ain't got no Visine in
Dollar they say
I go feed ya pikin each and еvery day
24 hours light go dey dey
But snake chop money go
You want me to vote you so you give me 2K
Because
Pop two and I'm down for the night, yeah
Rockstar, got you blinded by the light yeah
Take you for a ride, hold on tight, yeah
Don't fight it, girl, I
two pressure or the powder
How May I serve you
Master of my fate because I heard you can't serve two
By the time you hear this I'll be 10 times better
Two zero two three Focused on me I'm betting on myself
A couple months ago I was out here needing help
Couple months from now have more than pistols
nigga, so she fuck me at the Waful House
We fuckin on the low
We keep this shit a hundred now
She going crazy, man, I made the hoe repeat
She never lazy,
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)
[Verse 2:]
I know you heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word
Two years prior they both created Aaron Yates
So the bond straight with two fine mates, so mom waits
And waits, in the upstairs window watchin'
For
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