Two Face (feat. Tay 400)

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TFE Sheedo

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Lot of my dawgs turned to opps, and that shit sad as f*ck
Hit that blunt, that shit hitting, that shit gripping up my lungs
I hear them saying goofy shit, but I don't really give a f*ck
Think we related to propane, how we bring the flames with us
Me and my duddie tied in, like a shoelace
In that little hoe's mouth, like toothbrush and some toothpaste
So many change and I see them, yeah they two-faced
Slow up off the meds, yeah a nigga acting too laced

I hope these niggas ain't think that they straight, disrespect ain't get no due dates
And if you ain't 'round now, don't come later 'cause it too late
Off the drugs, my eyes red, like they spraying pepper spray
Me and the bro on the beat and we on the paper chase
Don't miss no shots 'cause every opportunity, I take
Box a nigga like cereal, yeah, no corn flakes
Apply the heat on these f*ck niggas, let them burn and let them bake
I hear the laughing like I crack a joke
And you would think we is some dope, how we dishing out the smoke
And we gon' shake the room just like we bring Quavo
And my hitters on go, they sliding when I say so
And I keeping up out the mix, a nigga tryna lay low
I see her too friendly with them niggas, then she getting lay out
I press the issue, poke it with a stick and let it play out
She think she a boujee but she been 'round like a roundabout
They say they stepping on a nigga but that's word of mouth
Been a smart nigga from a youth, if I get issues, I gon' figure it out
Road hot like it don't rain, but it's a slippery route
You better play your cards right and hope you make it out
Up in the stars like a astronaut, I spacing out
Riding my own wave 'cause niggas on the same boat
Me and Tay on the track, popping shit, bringing the smoke
Mobstyle bey, don't act like you don't know
Stacking all our cheddar, just so we could make it out
And we staying solid, we'll never change the route
I say we'll never change the route

Lot of my dawgs turned to opps, and that shit sad as f*ck
Hit that blunt, that shit hitting, that shit gripping up my lungs
I hear them saying goofy shit, but I don't really give a f*ck
Think we related to propane, how we bring the flames with us
Me and my duddie tied in, like a shoelace
In that little hoe's mouth, like toothbrush and some toothpaste
So many change and I see them, yeah they two-faced
Slow up off the meds, yeah a nigga acting too laced

So many change and I see them, yeah they two-faced
And the smoke still free, ain't no due date
See a opp, spin he bend, that's a done case
A nigga slumped off the meds, yeah, I in space
Ain't no way, I let a pussy nigga take me
I'm addicted to the violence, streets raised me
Steady cooling in my section like an A/C
Mob style, gang way, we going crazy
Spin he block, double back, spin some more
Tag he toes, leave him leaking on the floor
Send a diss, and we gon' let that chopper roar
We ain't no police, we kicking down your door
And I'm a young nigga, keep it real til my death
Me and Sheedo on a track, racing for a check
Send a nigga straight to God, flying like a jet
If she fucking with the opps, that's a double death
This ain't a game, we ain't talking 'bout a GTA
I thought a nigga say he real but he was a snake
If I spin, my brother spin, we taking off your face
And I'm all about a chip, no Frito-Lay
Never bend, never miss, bullseye
And if he violate, his mommy gotta cry
The day he trick his brain, the pressure get apply
Now he head split in two, like his name was Mordecai
On the gang, jiggy steppers

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