2 DAYS ft. Almighty Kyza Lyrics

Wait, you a puppy and your biggest bro a poodle Yeah, I know I'm the shit, I got paper for

you If you flash a grip, I'll take it from you

Pre-heat the oven and bake it on them If the police arrive, I'll take it on them

Boom everything and then shake it on them Yeah, I know four-pack ain't makin', homie

too late Aim impeccable, too great

I ain't feelin' niggas too fake Brush niggas off, two-pace

Arm and helmet in my new base Red .45, blue gauge

In my metal gear, Luke Cage Off of EI, ain't sleepin' like two days

I'm on 50, my vision on Blu-ray So you know that this shit could go two ways

My niggas will take you off your two-page If you think it's just weed, it ain't Kool-Aid

I've been sippin' codeine with my broties Drivin' slowly, cause I keep it on

Better not show me fake love if it's for me

I'm on 50, my vision on Blu-ray So you know that this shit could go two ways

I've been sippin' codeine with my broties Drivin' slowly, cause I keep it on

Better not show me fake love if it's for me Don't be testin' my G, you don't know me

I'm on 50, my vision on Blu-ray So you know that this shit could go two ways

My niggas will take you off your two-page If you think it's just weed, it ain't Kool-Aid

I've been sippin' codeine with my broties Drivin' slowly, cause I keep it on

Better not show me fake love if it's for me

I'm on 50, my vision on Blu-ray So you know that this shit could go two ways

My niggas will take you off your two-page I've been sippin' codeine with my broties

Drivin' slowly, cause I keep it on

Better not show me fake love if it's for me Don't be testin' my G, you don't know me

Got your bitches, she feelin' my sweater She gone eat up the dick if I let her

I ain't chasin' When it come to the Zah' I be facin

I gotta get it so I'm not waitin' Shit ain't free in this world like a mason

So I fuck with the scammers and shooters I'm a trap, and your sister a booster

I'm a winner, you niggas is losers Like I'm Vegeta, you niggas is cooler

Smoke a chewing worm, there's no papers Mix the red with the purple, it's tasty

Poppin' muggas, I'mma make vaguely Bitch, I get to the breach on a daily

Man, pause on Sabrina and Katie Nigga, it ain't no ifs, ands, and maybes

I cannot fuck with a bitch if she lazy Gotta get to the thigh, cause you crazy, nigga

Wait, you a puppy and your biggest bro a poodle Yeah, I know I'm the shit, I got paper for

you If you flash a grip, I'll take it from you

Pre-heat the oven and bake it on them If the police arrive, I'll take it on them

Boom everything and then shake it on them Yeah, I know for a fact he ain't makin' homie

too late Aim impeccable, too great

I ain't feelin', niggas too fake Brush niggas off, too paced

Arm and helmet in my new base Red .45, blue gauge

In my middle gear, Luke Cage Off of E, I ain't sleepin' like two days

Off of E, I ain't sleepin' like two days