2WO OR THR33

intro:
Poppin’ off shots up out Mozzi
Shorty too hot she off the molly
We was on the block goin’ Ricky Bobby
Fast lil mommy she licked the loli
Ohhh I got two or three traps
******* look my shades they cost two or three stacks
Two or three chain in like two or three straps
Make it out my hood you need two or three maps
hook:
Two or three phone I got two or three phones
Even my main ******* got two or three hoes
Shorty real exotic she like two or three tones
Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s
I don’t ******* with cats, only two or three bros
Every time I pop out tote two or three poles
When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s
I be everywhere like I got two or three two or three clones
verse1:
Two or three hundred I don’t know I done lost count
Bust down a rolly, change my mind get the frost out
Got my little weight up in these streets now I’m bossed out
Remember lil ******* had me trippin’ now she crossed out
I’ve been in the hood tryna get it now My loft out
Somewhere mountain view see a crane when I glanced out
Black bandanas everywhere like we gothed out
Chopper hit his noodle, he a poodle, spill the broth out
Beef in my city you don’t know not just tech world
Sucker clout chasin , that ain’t flexin’ , that’s my left curl
Right hand whippin’ might throw thirty’s on the humvee
Call my chopper Kiki cause I know that she love me
I’m a young Ryu go E. Honda on a Chun Li
Flexin’ like Zangief ever since a young G
I was down bad now I’m up in a plush V
Still a slide on you cause I’m straight up out the straight up out the
hook:
Two or three phone I got two or three phones
Even my main ******* got two or three hoes
Shorty real exotic she like two or three tones
Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s
I don’t ******* with cats, only two or three bros
Every time I pop out tote two or three poles
When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s
I be everywhere like I got two or three two or three clones
verse2:
Twenty five thousand for like thirty call me Barry Bond
Getting’ all this overhead oh ain’t no carry on
Let that thing bang a rang boy ain’t no cherry bomb
Tatted up with dreads, hoes think I’m Post Malone
When we run down on them couple hundred number cones
Yeah I got them cows boy I ain’t talking’ Jerry Jones
X that boy out call me Dez I be in the zone
Walkin’ away while I’m whippin’ I’m whippin’ I gettin’ my culinary on
Bang my line but don’t say too much
All I do is get paid too much
Slide in club but don’t say too much
Cause ******* boy I just hate too much
Young boy got Jesus touch
Meet Ya maker don’t pray too much
Buku chopper that Drako buss
Feddi’s coming, that cake tin flush
Get it right back like two three months
I don’t get high unless two three blunts
Big boy weight like two three trunks
I C.O.D no need for fronts
Get it right back like two three months
I don’t get high unless two three blunts
Big boy weight like two three trunks
I C.O.D no need for fronts
hook:
Two or three phone I got two or three phones
Even my main ******* got two or three hoes
Shorty real exotic she like two or three tones
Told her blow a bag at like two or three stoh’s
I don’t ******* with cats, only two or three bros
Every time I pop out tote two or three poles
When it come to cash I got two or three flow’s
I be everywhere like I got two or three two or three clones
Tap in with the plug show me two or three packs
I got all the pull I swim two or three laps
Milli real soon we ain’t talkin’ no cap
Lowercase J you just lookin’ like I
Big body V got’em lookin’ like why (y)
I said big body V got’em lookin’ like why (y)
That’s the letter keep a wetter, streets lookin’ too dry
All I say is let’s get it like I’m Woodie Gochild