CLOTH TALK / 2 ROUNDS Lyrics

Yuh

Yuh, Yuh

For my bitch I shoot

Ima speed in the coupe

I ain't no Scooby-Doo

I ain't got no clues

And it's still fuck 12

I don't fuck with blue

I stay in all black

straight down to the boots

I got the juice

I got the sauce

I don't got COVID, all this loud pack made me cough

If you on hoe shit, you finna turn me to Rick Ross,

Shorty just suck me up like she tryna suck me off,

My phone on DnD

I don't do no text

Fuck all the internet games I know you just wanna have sex

I cannot love on a thot, she like WI-FI, she tryna connect

I don't wanna be yo main, I'd rather just be yo ex

I just wanna be yo best

Got led if you tryna test

Got bread if you tryna flex

I got neck from ya main, you stressed

She was good, but you got her next

You fucked if my oota vexed

Smokin' strong, smokin Luger Lex,

No sleep, I don't need no rest

yeah

no sleep, I don't need no rest

I'm strapped like I'm from the south

Beat it up I don't need two rounds

Niggas tryna steal my sound

I ain't never seen these boys around

I ain't never seen these boys round here

I don't talk the people I think they weird

I seen death so what do I fear?

Been through shit, I ain't shed no tears

Feel like this finna be my year,

I'ma do this on my dolie

Masked up, I walk in like Mick Foley,

You a Snake, Ima Mamba like Kobe

Eyes open, Ima Hawk like Tony,

Ain't gon' stop till they call me the goat

Ain't on no yoga shit, I would never fold,

I'm on my playa shit till I get old

Yuh

I'ma fuck on wheels,

If my scars won't heal

I'll get high, I won't feel

Did this shit with no deal

Did this shit with no contract,

I don't need no contacts

You gon' see just like some contacts

I got a move tact

So I don't get turned to a vegetable,

She lookin' at me like I'm edible

We ain't talk but she know I'm incredible,

All of your hits so forgettable

I ain't foldin', I never been flexible

Yuh

I ain't foldin', I never been flexible