2wenty 4our Lyrics

It's only 8 shells left in this Glock so I'm finna shoot em like Kobe

I broke the lil bitch, her hip in her back She try to tell me go slowly

Shorty must let the drink get to her head Cause this bitch she tryna control me

See me everywhere, and think I got a twin this is not Zack and Cody

Freshman year I went straight to the bar And niggas thought they was gone hoe me

Get a bag then sit on the box Just doing what the OG's told me

Fuck the bitch then tell her don't post me Got her brother, she thought they a hoe me

Chunky crowd, yeah that was the old me four five, yeah this bitch a stogie

She tryna play but got a lot of ass I'm tryna poke some buns

Fo'nem on s you know they be teed They like to tote the guns

She shaking ass, she throw it for free Why would I throw some ones

Watch the ones who got extra forks to the plate

They scrapin' up the crumbs Roll a wood can't pass cause this is a facial

I'm fuckin' up my lungs Bet a pussy lil' nigga won't jump

Take a leap and I'm leavin' him slumped He strapped but he wanna tussle

If he was my homie, can't trust him I was out here bad had to hustle

I'm the brain and the motherfuckin' muscle Slow it down, let me get in my mode

At the bottom, with this shit ten toes Know dababy but this how it go

Store runner', send you to the store Off the top, smokin' shit out a bowl

Set the price what you need, let me know Way too cold with this shit, like below

Way too cold with this shit, wipe the nose Push the gas, might fuck up the car

As long as I don't fuck up the flow Slow down on the pills and the pop

They keep tellin' my homie he know Extended the clip like it long

Hollow tip, put that shit in his dome She thought I was musty, that be the Za

Girl what the fuck is you on? If he try to tweak, he won't make it far

We on to him like cologne If I ain't got no L's, I'm still gettin' high

Lil' boy put that shit in the bong Cap with us and you know we come strong

My cop some that tag alone What's the word? Let me get on his ass

I'ma catch him like Home Alone I was down bad on my dick

Sittin' around, that shit make you madder Certain family was not in the pic

So I had to climb up that ladder Tryna jump up and stuff that bag

And they just tryna be the bagger She don't want you, you bragging on ass

In the back of the back, I'ma smash her Say he up in T, come scoop me

Racin' 12 with the toolies tucked Say, I really damaged the coochie

She just let you touch the boobies, huh? No Stunna, but shit a get spooky

And I ain't talm bout a movie nay Hella niggas, that's out here be goofy

Bug up, you gon' get erased No Cookie Monster, but I'm smokin' on cookies

I'm so high, seeing Jesus face No weapon sign, but I'm grippin' this toolie

Ain't no bein' naked in this place, bitch, ayy

Ain't no bein' naked in this place VMT shit, man