2 Million Up Lyrics

Just hit bro them in the v gang what y'all been on

My shooter say they spin a few blocks since i been gone

Know this choice right but all this shit just feel wrong

Coming up rhymes all night tryna put the v on

Big drik told boy you bout to blow just keep going

Call twin twice and brodie ain't pick up

But i know it's forever hotside brodie ain't switched up

G lock 22 left it back home doobz got it switched up

Showed me 100 round that would fuck a nigga shit up

Soo hood fuck around put stars in a honda

From the island where we live evil nigga not wakanda

Everyday before you brush your teeth make sure clutch your hammer Catch us creeping late night like we work for santa

Hope i put 2 million up before i get hit from my karma

Brodie got hit with a sentence he can't find a period

What happen to shhh boy that shit real mysterious

We could go to war if you serious Got some shit hit real fast and it furious

Know a bitch down to swallow nut won't let it go to waste

Brodie mask drop on a play soo he got a pending case

And to get my shooter home i'll do whatever it takes

Free form on my top fuck i look like tryna cap

Getting cheese nigga i can't get caught up hanging with rats

Riding down the i with the stick right in my lap

And she only on my dick because hear a nigga rap

Wanna get high send 5 and you could get that

In the v throwing up v's screaming with that

Putting in work and i still ain't got a six pack

Tired a this slut tell the opp come get his bitch back

Bro stop that capping on the net go get some get back

Slide slide slide

If i open trap late they coming banging at the door

Cause i get that good shit that shit that would make you want some more

Life lesson get a bag cause that shit atrack the whores

Cant wait until i blow take gang them on tours

Put ma in a big house shit we couldn't afford

And rip my papas the realest billy ford

Feeling better now been praying to the lord

That everyday wake i ain't gatta sling this rod

Came from a city a lil stare down get you ride on

Really get real when woogs sight in his eye gone

Bout a year later bro die damn my guy gone

Rest up blessed and ply brodem fly on

Even when them niggas right we still ride wrong

Still gone hop in the car when the gas light on

Riding down i in a caddie doing 180

Reminiscing bout my pass life and how the v made me

Praying to the lord but i still visit the woo lady

Can't die knowing my momma cry can't let the streets take me

So i still keep a stick although no opps in this city

I just hope my people straight whenever karma choose to come get

Cause i know i did my dirt ran down left a bitch filthy

Hoes calling from the v talking bout how they miss me

It's this bag before the love on the road to a milly

Watch them niggas fall These bop hoes them niggas silly

Hope i put up 2 milly

Before karma come get me

Big up my shooter munna he run down killy killy