CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : 2 Phones
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Light that lil' sh*t up
F**k that lil' b*t*h up
Light your whole wrist up
Pull up and pick up
She eat the d**k up
No gag, no hiccup
B*t*h swallow them babies
I dare you to spit up
Got a .30 and stick and my Glock
Run up on me, you get popped
My n***as they jailin', they thuggin' on locks
F**k Batman, I'm robbin', you punchin' the clock
I'm keepin' my heat, but I'm cold like the winter
Making plays on the block like a n***a a sinner
We killin' for real, you n***as pretenders
I pray to the lord because I'm a sinner
Brand new Drac', that's a brand new case
If a n***a move wrong, get hit in this b*t*h
Got a big .38, that's a first .48
If a n***a wanna play, then I'm ending his sh*t
I'ma send a hit and I'ma get him touched
B*t*h I'm big bold, got the biggest nuts
I got two choppas, I'ma double up
Do a drive-by in the Bentley truck, yeah, yeah
Ayy, two phones on me, I'm trappin'
Get him whacked then I don't know what happened
If a n***a want beef, what's crackin'?
Pull up let a f**k n***a have it
Big Drac' knock a n***a out his panties
These f**k n***as can't even stand me
And if it's beef, I'ma handle it
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Steady saggin' my pants, but I put on that belt now
I braided my chemistry
I went flooded my Rollie
My diamonds baguettes now I'm gone to infinity
I come straight from the gutter, who watch me grew up? They won't get rid of me
I'ma stay with that burner, the minute I up, I'ma bust it at everything
Fifty shots in the Glock in the back of the Bentley
Quarter million McLaren, they can't say that's it's rent
Take a shot, ain't no runnin' returnin' my sins
She gon' come to my house just to see how I'm livin'
She gon' f**k on a n***a, it's worth every penny
She gon' try anything just to make sure I feel it
She can say anything and I'm never gon' listen
I'm not givin' no money whenever I'm finished
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Light that lil' sh*t up
F**k that lil' b*t*h up
Light your whole wrist up
Pull up and pick up
She eat the d**k up
No gag, no hiccup
B*t*h swallow them babies
I dare you to spit up
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Light that lil' sh*t up
F**k that lil' b*t*h up
Light your whole wrist up
Pull up and pick up
She eat the d**k up
No gag, no hiccup
B*t*h swallow them babies
I dare you to spit up
Got a .30 and stick and my Glock
Run up on me, you get popped
My n***as they jailin', they thuggin' on locks
F**k Batman, I'm robbin', you punchin' the clock
I'm keepin' my heat, but I'm cold like the winter
Making plays on the block like a n***a a sinner
We killin' for real, you n***as pretenders
I pray to the lord because I'm a sinner
Brand new Drac', that's a brand new case
If a n***a move wrong, get hit in this b*t*h
Got a big .38, that's a first .48
If a n***a wanna play, then I'm ending his sh*t
I'ma send a hit and I'ma get him touched
B*t*h I'm big bold, got the biggest nuts
I got two choppas, I'ma double up
Do a drive-by in the Bentley truck, yeah, yeah
Ayy, two phones on me, I'm trappin'
Get him whacked then I don't know what happened
If a n***a want beef, what's crackin'?
Pull up let a f**k n***a have it
Big Drac' knock a n***a out his panties
These f**k n***as can't even stand me
And if it's beef, I'ma handle it
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Steady saggin' my pants, but I put on that belt now
I braided my chemistry
I went flooded my Rollie
My diamonds baguettes now I'm gone to infinity
I come straight from the gutter, who watch me grew up? They won't get rid of me
I'ma stay with that burner, the minute I up, I'ma bust it at everything
Fifty shots in the Glock in the back of the Bentley
Quarter million McLaren, they can't say that's it's rent
Take a shot, ain't no runnin' returnin' my sins
She gon' come to my house just to see how I'm livin'
She gon' f**k on a n***a, it's worth every penny
She gon' try anything just to make sure I feel it
She can say anything and I'm never gon' listen
I'm not givin' no money whenever I'm finished
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
I got a .30, on that lil' phoney
F**k with the gang, we go retarded
You not a boss, you just a target
F**k all that talkin', we get to sparkin'
Light that lil' sh*t up
F**k that lil' b*t*h up
Light your whole wrist up
Pull up and pick up
She eat the d**k up
No gag, no hiccup
B*t*h swallow them babies
I dare you to spit up
