GRAPHIC / 2 MAN ft. Sweet Serenade Lyrics

Took a percocet, ended up in a circus tent

When I purchased it, I think it had plent' of fentanyl

When I'm in the court like LeBron, I gotta ball

When they convicting me, I'ma just be like naw

All this gold on me, all these hoes on me

Because I make money and I can beat it funny

Looked at her, got a boner

Shit, I gotta boner

And now I gotta bone her

Like I got osteosarcoma

Smoked a blunt and woke up at nine P.M.

I was like wtf and got some wine

Woke up hungover and I picked up the nine

Started killin' motherfuckers

Perfect shot like a dime, I

Belong in a facility, correctional

Cause old lady gave me boner, unacceptable

I'm sorry, it was really unintentional

She was bad though, lowkey erectional

Slouch got me hooked up like a crack addict

Fucked a bitch and she went and slapped my dick

I think I might really be a crack addict

Shit gets serious, dude, I'm a crack addict

Had a sex tape, it was low-key too graphic

It's only because I have such a ginormous fat dick

Floors creaking, doors squeaking, cause we in the attic

Lowkey on some crazy shit, pornographic

I went to the DMV

Blew it up like Spongebob on TV

Then I went to AMC

Watched a movie and busted on the people in front of me

Then I went home and made a song

Made it long, cause the fans deserve something prolonged

I was tired as fuck, I wanted to be done

But then I realized that we ain't done

I could've been born big-eared or stayed invasive, so I couldn't have shit back

But I was born to melody, rhyme, and lyrics, so chill out, ice pack

Me and Cracka collect so many Grammys, that's a display list

"2-MAN" on God's iPod, yes, I'd be on his playlist, faggot

I'm staying on my shit like I got some weird kinks

I'm only making hits while yo shit stinks

I got the penmanship, I ain't even got to think

I ain't even got to blink and I'm already on the brink

Of busting on your face

Hot skinny twink reminds me of a vase

Don't forget that white bitch with her little itty-bitty titties

Like the itsy-bitsy spider, make a web all on her clitty, yuck

Y'all saying I'm so good, like I ain't under no labels

'Bout to create me a TV show, call me Vince Staples

All these old heads like Ye and Em, y'all careers are unstable

Blood dripping down from your forehead like I gave you a facial, uh

Running on that flow like we Tyler and Rocky

Hitting that shit back and forth like we playing some hockey

Was hitting it raw so long that my balls have gone balky

Bitch, what the fuck you talking 'bout? You getting too cocky

Taking cheeks one at a time like a two-man

In the hole like Fruity Loops, I'm a toucan

Who going first? Like you or me? I think you can

Can you beat the beat or beat some cheeks like us, only few can