2,4,1 Lyrics

Trap-A-Holics bitch

I just drank my last cup now I'm spazzing out uh

Niggas want beef we pull up with AR's and we attacking now uh

I came from point fives in a bambú sheet but I'm having now uh

I can fit five grams of that top tier za in a backwood now uh

Might get my hands dirty while I'm making a play but I'm not backing out uh

The feds they think I'm a demon how I be talking backwards now uh

I told that lil bitch to cool it I make more bread than your daddy now uh

I light up a 10 gram cone it's hitting my lungs like Pacquiao uh

All these trees in my blunt and you still can't hit I'm not branching out uh

You not gonna mess up my blunt lil bitch you got lipstick on your mouth uh

Need a ref cuz my za too foul

The smell fill the room it's way too loud

I'm up in the air she want me to come down

The plug won't text back no I can't calm down

I'm marrying codeine writing my vows

I'm feeling like Goku flying on clouds

We pull up in a monster that bitch growl

I don't need a chauffeur I drive it around

Trap-A-Holics bitch

I'm giving you niggas a two for one I ball like Kobe and D Rose

Don't try me pussy I stay with that tech lil nigga I'm Robbie Shapiro

That bitch wanna talk but I gotta hang up I gotta get that dinero

Got so many pints that I coulda bought me more ice than Sub-Zero

I'm on the block making bread off junkies selling that Jared Leto

When I pull out the racks the hoe start telling me she got a deep throat

I get too high but I'm breaking a barrier I need me a blunt plus three more

I'm a rich junkie lil nigga I just got ash all on my Dior

You not sipping real lean your cup is full of make believe

Bitch I'm"Not Like Us" around Drake there ain't no playing me

I'm tryna pour this cup up without spilling please get away from me

Like I just caught Sosa off a building I be saving kief

I got clientele I'm on the corner like Shawn Springs

Stand on my double cup and give a headbutt to Yao Ming

These seven six two's some Red Bull they send you up with wings

When I'm on my planet I make my drugs bow down to me I'm a king

The engine got horses feel like a jockey

You hear the whip kicking that bitch know karate

My blunt is a giant Jeremy Shockey

Genghis Khan my shooter got bodies

The four five on me gon' be his last dance

You broke niggas come off the bench Trey Lance

The junkies the love me they singing me chants

The gun too heavy gotta pull up my pants

Cooking that dope I done ran out of pots so fuck it I use a pan

I shoot so much that the gun overheats I need me a goddamn fan

The bullets they flying and made of steel get hit with a Superman

I took this beat put a muzzle on it then I killed it off a xan