It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo Nice
I'm toting a hammer because imma scammer
Clap a Santander we out to Atlanta
Hit ya bandanna don't care bout no camera
Red dot on the gun that shit look like a scanner
Bitches be on me like i'm a celebrity
Come to the crib on Flatbush and Beverly
Keep that same energy word to my mommy
Hit up his body he going to therapy
You better listen
Trust and believe ain't no competition
Ain't dissing nobody for no recognition
Pulling the trigger f*ck up ya condition
Hoping and wishing one day he be slipping
Don't care bout no prison we finish the mission
I'm toting and gripping cuz you know my body
Boy you would get wet up just like a tsunami
Teach him a lesson
Give em 11 he won't go to heaven
Call my son Izzy you know he get busy
We spinning we spinning until we get dizzy
Look at my ice it look like the winter
Give him a shot he turn to a singer
You not a killer gun tuck my the liver
We deep in the sprinter get hit through the mirror
2 automatics is up in the attic
Starring and grilling you don't want no static
Word to my mother you softer then butter
Shoot 6 out the clip look he tryna recover
Ready to fight people getting me tight
If you wanna rumble you better be nice
Got a bad temper you know i got anger
Move out the way cuz you might be in danger
Look you in trouble get pop like a bubble
Niggas get tipsy and start moving silly
60 in the clip look you better be humble
Jump out the whip look i know he gone dip
But he still gone get hit we gone aim for the top
Switch up the fit we pull up on your strip
Got the clip in the grip with 2 hands on the chop
Get out of order we wet em like water
The hole in ya body the size of a quarter
Come to the telly i'm all in her belly
We bumping R Kelly don't care bout ya daughter
Stacking the shmoney they start moving funny
Don't be with too many these niggas be bummy
Gun tuck by the tummy i'm gripping the heat
Stay ripping the beat look who better then me
Ha ha ha ha ha
Awww man who better
Any names i mean i'm listening
Ha ha ha
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo Nice
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It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo Nice
I'm toting a hammer because imma scammer
Clap a Santander we out to Atlanta
Hit ya bandanna don't care bout no camera
Red dot on the gun that shit look like a scanner
Bitches be on me like i'm a celebrity
Come to the crib on Flatbush and Beverly
Keep that same energy word to my mommy
Hit up his body he going to therapy
You better listen
Trust and believe ain't no competition
Ain't dissing nobody for no recognition
Pulling the trigger f*ck up ya condition
Hoping and wishing one day he be slipping
Don't care bout no prison we finish the mission
I'm toting and gripping cuz you know my body
Boy you would get wet up just like a tsunami
Teach him a lesson
Give em 11 he won't go to heaven
Call my son Izzy you know he get busy
We spinning we spinning until we get dizzy
Look at my ice it look like the winter
Give him a shot he turn to a singer
You not a killer gun tuck my the liver
We deep in the sprinter get hit through the mirror
2 automatics is up in the attic
Starring and grilling you don't want no static
Word to my mother you softer then butter
Shoot 6 out the clip look he tryna recover
Ready to fight people getting me tight
If you wanna rumble you better be nice
Got a bad temper you know i got anger
Move out the way cuz you might be in danger
Look you in trouble get pop like a bubble
Niggas get tipsy and start moving silly
60 in the clip look you better be humble
Jump out the whip look i know he gone dip
But he still gone get hit we gone aim for the top
Switch up the fit we pull up on your strip
Got the clip in the grip with 2 hands on the chop
Get out of order we wet em like water
The hole in ya body the size of a quarter
Come to the telly i'm all in her belly
We bumping R Kelly don't care bout ya daughter
Stacking the shmoney they start moving funny
Don't be with too many these niggas be bummy
Gun tuck by the tummy i'm gripping the heat
Stay ripping the beat look who better then me
Ha ha ha ha ha
Awww man who better
Any names i mean i'm listening
Ha ha ha
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo Nice
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo Nice
I'm toting a hammer because imma scammer
Clap a Santander we out to Atlanta
Hit ya bandanna don't care bout no camera
Red dot on the gun that shit look like a scanner
Bitches be on me like i'm a celebrity
Come to the crib on Flatbush and Beverly
Keep that same energy word to my mommy
Hit up his body he going to therapy
You better listen
Trust and believe ain't no competition
Ain't dissing nobody for no recognition
Pulling the trigger f*ck up ya condition
Hoping and wishing one day he be slipping
Don't care bout no prison we finish the mission
I'm toting and gripping cuz you know my body
Boy you would get wet up just like a tsunami
Teach him a lesson
Give em 11 he won't go to heaven
Call my son Izzy you know he get busy
We spinning we spinning until we get dizzy
Look at my ice it look like the winter
Give him a shot he turn to a singer
You not a killer gun tuck my the liver
We deep in the sprinter get hit through the mirror
2 automatics is up in the attic
Starring and grilling you don't want no static
Word to my mother you softer then butter
Shoot 6 out the clip look he tryna recover
Ready to fight people getting me tight
If you wanna rumble you better be nice
Got a bad temper you know i got anger
Move out the way cuz you might be in danger
Look you in trouble get pop like a bubble
Niggas get tipsy and start moving silly
60 in the clip look you better be humble
Jump out the whip look i know he gone dip
But he still gone get hit we gone aim for the top
Switch up the fit we pull up on your strip
Got the clip in the grip with 2 hands on the chop
Get out of order we wet em like water
The hole in ya body the size of a quarter
Come to the telly i'm all in her belly
We bumping R Kelly don't care bout ya daughter
Stacking the shmoney they start moving funny
Don't be with too many these niggas be bummy
Gun tuck by the tummy i'm gripping the heat
Stay ripping the beat look who better then me
Ha ha ha ha ha
Awww man who better
Any names i mean i'm listening
Ha ha ha
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo
It's 2wo Nice
Writer: Isaiah Banks
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