2.2 Lyrics

Damn,

It's 2bootdadon

Big ol' choppa and it ain't got a drum

Pull that.. and.. I bet it'll make him run

Damn

Grr

Bitch, fuck the school, GPA 2.2, I be breakin' rules

I know a C gon' get degrees, so I been out here countin' blues

Oh That's your bitch, you need to leave her at the club, she pick and choose

I drunk some Hen and beat a nigga ass, he stepped up on my shoes

I'm really runnin' with some motion members, hoppin' out the roof

WTF is TTG, all my niggas trained to shoot

Better hope it ain't your crew, don't want no bitch, I want a few

I had to grind to climb up the mountain, bitch, my timing due

Why the fuck she keep on callin', bitch, I said I'm in the stu

And I hate when they be trippin', so I always keep a few

She cracked a smile I called her cute, ain't scared to flirt, I love to shoot

Better grab your purse when I'm comin' through

Put his ass in a hearse if he diss on the crew

Damn

Fuck the school, GPA 2.2

I be breakin' rules, bitch, that shit ain't cool

I be in them streets, pockets full of blues

Make me mad, I'm hoppin' out the roof

I can't beef about no bitch, cause she don't want no dude

But if it's smoke, about some money, we gon' handle fool

Handy-many with that blick, bitch, I love this tool

Dumbass nigga brought a gun and brought that shit to school

Now his ass a walkin lick, he not gon' shoot in school

We rode the bus right to his spot and then we took his loot

Bitch, you know we step on shit

Put a bomb up in a nigga car, he tried to take my bitch

Damn,

He say I'm tender, boy, I love my bitch

I showed a nigga pound of ZA, he say boy what is this

These niggas out here coppin' eighths, you never seen this shit

I laced the opps with that fentanyl, they been shakin' since

And if the Narcs listenin', tell them, catch me, bitch

I never been a scary bitch, I'ma take a risk