suki - Two-Tone (feat. DankKxi)

Yeah, nigga say he want smoke (yeah)
Got my Glock that shit gone blow (yeah)
Got your thot yeah she gone throw it (yeah)
I got the fan, my Glock gone blow
Look at my wrist that bitch two-tone
I got this bitch in the back she a hoe
Throwing these bullets yeah I'm in my zone
I could spell the alphabet with racks on the floor
Glock 19 with it, blowing his nose
You niggas ain't Lancey don't wanna be Foux
Like point-blank range I don't need me a scope
10 toes down, niggas tripping on Four
Your girl like d finna give her some more
Everybody know that my niggas on go
Wet up his face and I keep me a cho
Hella gas, get that pack for the low
Get to the racks, you can tell I'm a pro
I'm gone stay with my gang till them niggas get old
Flipping them racks tryna get me some more
And if you didn't nigga, now you know fuck Semmy
Fuck all the ops nigga, fuck every enemy
Missing your shots every time so I know that it won't be the end of me
I'll beat a bitch before I buy her Balenci
Copping some Fendi I bet he went broke
40 on me nigga, please don't approach
Get smoked like a blunt, you turn to a roach
Hoes wanna fuck told them get in a row
Feel like Osama the way that she blow
Hop in the jet and take flight like a bird
Niggas be watching my bread like some crows
Ha, Triple Seven
The niggas outside they your ops, send your ass to heaven
We got .40s and Mac-11s
The Glock in my hand, it can really do lethal damage
And we can keep doing this shit
I got too much to say, so you know that the beat extended
We gone push up on that bitch
Beating your ass, when I'm done you gone need a bandage
I swear I could turn all your bitches to mine
But I really don't feel like cuffing
Every time I'm at her crib, I just pull out my dick
And I know that she really gone suck it
And he just gone cap on the net, he ain't toting on shit
Niggas know that you bluffing
We finna slide to the drop, put some rounds in your top
We don't care bout the public
Yeah, nigga say he want smoke (yeah)
Got my Glock that shit gone blow (yeah)
Got your thot yeah she gone throw it (yeah)
I got the fan, my Glock gone blow
Look at my wrist that bitch two-tone
I got this bitch in the back she a hoe
Throwing these bullets yeah I'm in my zone
I could spell the alphabet with racks on the floor
Glock 19 with it, blowing his nose
You niggas ain't Lancey don't wanna be Foux
Like point-blank range I don't need me a scope
10 toes down, niggas tripping on Four
Your girl like d finna give her some more
Everybody know that my niggas on go
Wet up his face and I keep me a cho

Written by:
Donovan Whitfield, Mekhi Cameron

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find