2 FACED Lyrics

This shit ain't no average

Yeah, they say I'm two-faced

Say I'm too fake, they say I'm too snake

These niggas too Jake

My wallet filled to the brim like a suitcase

Got different colors in that bitch like a fruitcake

Ouu, I'm finna fuck her from the front, she got a cute face

I be bangin' in her mouth like a toothache

She can spit or she can swallow like it's toothpaste

Foam cup, phone runners fuck a shoelace

Hit the schoolyard with a rock for a blue face

I put a panoramic ceiling in my roof space

Money on the table, count it up like it's booray

All my diamonds really water boy, Bobby Boucher

I be all up in her head like a toupee

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, touche

Middle fingers up, thug life, feel like Tupac

Brodie riding with a fff fff an a ouuwop

Pray to God this bitch don't jam, it's a new Glock

Bitch, I'm so icy, niggas thought that I was Guwop

Brodie what you need, hit my line, get it wholesale

Bitch, I'm an urban myth or somethin' like a folk tale

Ridin' in a hotbox, left a smoke trail

Whip a rock till it lock, left it so pale

I know she gon' fuck me on the low, this bitch a wetty

Freaky bitch, she let me cut like a machete

Mm, jawbreaker balls in her mouth, Ed n Eddy

I'm smokin' gas, I be trappin' at the Getty

I'm a coach, but I can still get a bucket Jerry Stackhouse

Bitch, you can't touch me if you can't pull a rack out

A nigga piss me off like Charades finna act out

I can't lay up with no bitch, Ben Simmons, I'ma pass out

This shit ain't no average

Yeah, they say I'm two-faced

Say I'm too fake, they say I'm too snake

These niggas too Jake

My wallet filled to the brim like a suitcase

Got different colors in that bitch like a fruitcake

Ouu, I'm finna fuck her from the front, she got a cute face

I be bangin' in her mouth like a toothache

She can spit or she can swallow like it's toothpaste

Foam cup, phone runners fuck a shoelace

Hit the schoolyard with a rock for a blue face

I put a panoramic ceiling in my roof space

Money on the table, count it up like it's booray

All my diamonds really water boy, Bobby Boucher

I be all up in her head like a toupee

Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, touche