Dynamic Duo ft. SG Loco Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, first things first, get yo cash up

I was in the... with the.... make it add up

Split a nigga shit with that pole cuz niggas bad luck

Slide down your block I think I missed my nigga back up

You ain gotta tell me shit cause bitch I know I'm hard

Fuckin' on this nigga bitch but shit she both ofours

Niggas do all kinda shit with opps shit we smokin' ours

My Lil auntie she got some purp and don't know what to charge

I'm bout to cut this lil.... like a deck of cards

Big Mac light act right bitch we steppin' hard

I wouldn't taught no other way but to get this guap

Street nigga all I ever wanted was a chop

Feel like Chris Brown and Rihanna and it don't stop

That Glock 10 a driver's license put you in a box

Hoodrat bitch think she Carti, hit me with that WAP

Gone touch yo toes I'ma make that pussy beatbox

Nigga, you ain't gang or my mans I ont wanna box

Niggas said he fuckin' with my niggas no the fuck you not

Ayy I'm just tryna get a flip I can make you flop

Only servin' straight drops in traps I can take the block

Ayy got a shooter if you got it on you take yo Glock

Man, I had a nigga trappin' off of Apple gon' make shit

Ayy, we just tryna get a deal like a deck of cards

Ayy this your fein I ain't servin' shit I'ma let him starve

Ayy I ain't never been to the pen but I'm givin' bars

Ayy if you tryna win with yo team better play yo part

Ayy you can't inject the key this a push to start

This a Hemi with the chip if we race we gon' win by far

Hoes like hoppin' in the whip like spin the car

Givin' shots to you niggas in the club like we bought the bar

Ayy jus shot a nigga ran outside the club like start the car

Five seven eat a nigga's chest

I'm a walkin' shark

You a target but I put a hole in one like we playin' golf

I can see it if the gang keep grindin' we livin' large

These niggas zone crazy hear your raps and start stealin' bars

How the fuck you niggas ain't eatin' with yo team you niggas starvin

Aye

How the fuck you niggas eatin' ain seen no plates

That big pump Hannibal Lecter it eat yo face

Trap lookin' like it's Plante Fitness you ain't seen no weight

We blowin' Za's out the bag Ion see no shake

Ayy I'm not frontin' I'ma grab the blick and get the opp huntin

Niggas get to seein' red lights n think the cops comin

Oh that's yo bitch why the fuck she keep tryna top sumn

Tell a fein you gon get this 50 or I'm not comin

Ayy bad bitch light with the head that do not cut it

Bitch don't be mad when I'm fuckin' on yo thot cousin

I'ma go to war with my niggas like the Navy SEALs

Bitch thought I was a sugar daddy I won't pay your bills

Sucked a nigga up in high school her shit crazy still

The way she took a nigga soul I shoulda made a will

I remember I was hittin' hoes off an eight wit Kill

And a lil' dollar bag a.....man this can't be real