Not Two ft. DRoe Lyrics

It doesn't matter if it's Rey Mysterio, it doesn't matter if it's Gunther, it doesn't make a difference if it's Seth Rollins, and it damn sure doesn't matter if it's Roman Reigns

You got to understand something, it ain't just a catchphrase, I'm easily top two, and I ain't number two, yeah

Number one, not two, but formy nigga still throw the deuce, that 40 bangin' out the window, knockin' dogs up off the roof

They said thats pressure , I'm the proof, these niggas bitches, that's the truth

Sliding 2 door, that's a coupe, like D-roe, what you tryna do

These niggas fakin' like it's over, I'm bout to slide with a nuk

I'm bombin' shit, I'm with my troops, no slap woods but I'm smokin' fruit

Man, Roll a, opp just pour up a deuce, man, pop that nigga his mouth loose

I done dropped too many bodies, it became a fuckin' hobby

I hit the town with my dogs, catchin' plays up in the lobby

Know it's on me, ain't no robbin'

You said you got it, but it's you poppin'

Man, how the fuck you supposed to be my mans but chillin' with the opps

I'm like hold up tez , watch him, I might have to catch a body

He like Roger, that I copy

If a nigga move wrong, then you popp him

Niggas say they with it, but I don't think they down to catch a body

When I walk up in the club, bitches run up like the paparazzi

I might pop a Perk, then pop a Roxy

Lately, nigga, I been feelin' out my body, ready to do a nigga slimy

Catch his bitch ass it was perfect timing

Watch these bullets pierce his noggin'

Niggas say they up, just tell them niggas stoppin'

And it won't have to be no problem

In my city, I'm a monster

Move around just like a mobster

Bitch, you better watch your partner

I smoke him with his mama

Bitch, I'm bout to beef him

Yeah, I want the drama

That action too, I'm feelin' real woozy

Drop the deuce up in the soup

But that's a can to you

I'll show you what this canik do

Put hoes in, niggas, they fruity loose

But a step boy niggas dont know you

That shit get hot like the stick on BU

If I miss that nigga, I'ma hit his boo

Just stomped his ass, I need my loot

These niggas, they broken, and that's the truth

Don't call me Rick, but I feel real rude

He go eat this clip, I'ma empty on dude

These canik too hungry, these niggas, they food

We sliding foreign, got us lookin' like crew

I don't play games, nigga, I'm not in the mood

Run up on me, I'ma hit that snooze

Cut a nigga off quick if the Glock get cool

Bitch