PapeMakin - 2Tuff

Yop, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah, you rap about it
And I know niggas who live it
Yeah, you rap about it
I know niggas in that kitchen
You rappin' bout it
But I know niggas slidin' after that diss
Choppa leave em bald, like a make a wish
Yeah, the bullet leave a mark on his face
Like he got a kiss
If it ain't the wock or the quagen
Then I won't sip the trish, if there ain't no bud
I ain't smokin' and if it ain't G5
I ain't totin' it
Put my back into it, got my potion in it
Came down your block goin' 90 in the striker
This a SRT, this ain't no pit viper
Boy, it's a 223, I ain't no street fighter
Okay, so it's like that
You rappin' bout y'all mans that died
He can't come back though
Y'all mans tryna snake, you better close that back door
Yeah, we aiming for your head, better watch your hat, bro
Swear to God, ain't no cap, bro
Tryna press me, bro, you better back back
You hoed me a year ago, come and spit back
She thought she was my weakness, but I was never attached
Damn, is that shit crazy or what
Postin' him on your story, but he don't give a fuck
He playin' you on the down low, you just one of the tucks
Yeah, you was talkin' crazy, but you wearin' fake buffs
You ole' wanna be ass, nigga
You ole' Livonia ass, nigga
The hoes got you whipped like some miracle
You ask me to hear you out, but I can't hear you
Cause I don't feel you, switch it up
What's that lil' change to me and my guys
Yeah, your bestie tried to play and she was fuckin' with the guys
Yeah, cause it's five of us, and you ain't know that though
Take two off the table and I'ma leave that nigga with four
Cause I'm sheisty, I ain't never rock with you
If you talkin' too crazy, we gon' send him to the spital'
Okay, I think that's too much
I ain't gon' lie, I can't be touched like I'm too tough
You think you hard cause you got on fluke buffs
In reality, you an internet gangster and a whole bum

Written by:
Alexander Smith

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