Two-Three Lyrics

No, I'm not Jordan, this is a 23 Rifle, No carbon I'm begging your pardon

I hop out the whip, All you can see is designer from Louie to all of this Prada

All of these niggas is fake, bitch get the fuck out my face while I'm countin' this cake

Fuckin' you your bitch in the face, deep dick down her throat hope she don't choke

No, I'm not Jordan, this is a 23 Rifle, No carbon I'm begging your pardon

I hop out the whip, All you can see is designer from Louie to all of this Prada

All of these niggas is fake, bitch get the fuck out my face while I'm countin' this cake

Fuckin' you your bitch in the face, deep dick down her throat hope she don't choke

Pussy ass nigga hit me for a gram

Nigga, you best shoppin' with the reggie man

I don't own no money to that uncle Sam

I'm livin' tax-free baby, you can't understand

I'm in LA, blowin' chief, with my nigga Ant

I'm on them xans, what's the plans Is you gettin' bands

If you ain't, get from around me, I'll cut a nigga off proudly

I just want pussy around me, all of my bitches is lookin' astounding

I blew out her mind, blew out her brains

I do this shit every day, it's never gon change

I'm stackin' the hunneds, wake up to the money, I'm stuffin' this shit in a safe

To keep it a hundred, this shit ain't gon' never gon' change

I fuck on a bitch, I pop me a Xanny and get back to countin' these chips

No, I'm not Jordan, this is a 23 Rifle, No carbon I'm begging your pardon

I hop out the whip, All you can see is designer from Louie to all of this Prada

All of these niggas is fake, bitch get the fuck out my face while I'm countin' this cake

Fuckin' you your bitch in the face, deep dick down her throat hope she don't choke

No, I'm not Jordan, this is a 23 Rifle, No carbon I'm begging your pardon

I hop out the whip, All you can see is designer from Louie to all of this Prada

All of these niggas is fake, bitch get the fuck out my face while I'm countin' this cake

Fuckin' you your bitch in the face, deep dick down her throat hope she don't choke

The last bitch that I trapped with hit the kill switch on some trill shit

She a real bitch, she gon' drill shit, I don't give a fuck about a deal bitch

I've been servin killers since a little nigga

Started with a zip and trapped it to a pound

Niggas on my phone, they need them zones man, right now

If you ain't tryna get a cutie, get off my mothafuckin' phone mane

Trappin' in the trenches since a little nigga in the dope game

I just caught a pound, from uh, I ain't gon' say no name

I just made a play, bitch I shipped them bricks right where you stay

Call me Ricky Lake, I'm talkin shit and makin' plays

I do this everyday, I spend that money, make it back, don't care about what they say

These fuck niggas gay, these niggas talkin' but they trappin' you ain't servin' no weight

I was in the trap all day tryna jug a play

Spend a stack, Get it back, Fuck a bitch, She's a rat

No, I'm not Jordan, this is a 23 Rifle, No carbon I'm begging your pardon

I hop out the whip, All you can see is designer from Louie to all of this Prada

All of these niggas is fake, bitch get the fuck out my face while I'm countin' this cake

Fuckin' you your bitch in the face, deep dick down her throat hope she don't choke

No, I'm not Jordan, this is a 23 Rifle, No carbon I'm begging your pardon

I hop out the whip, All you can see is designer from Louie to all of this Prada

All of these niggas is fake, bitch get the fuck out my face while I'm countin' this cake

Fuckin' you your bitch in the face, deep dick down her throat hope she don't choke