LeviCallShots - Two Tone

Hit the lab, cap it up, and then we right back jammin' traffic
Did a free day on this phone, the next day my shit back to crackin
Brick man, got that stamp in the middle, bust out the plastic
Hit the scene and fuck it up, yellow tape, that shit was tragic

Hittas, get active, I'm knee deep in these streets Really bout that action
Chubbo what's crackin', got a drop on them boys, spin it when they lackin
We Don't fuck with them, they don't fuck with us, button on them Glockies, came in clutch
Fuck all that beef, let's get this paid, these phones really double dutchin

Got him mad, I switched his line whole time, this shit wasn't even thumpin
Quarter mil' got made off all these phones, my bro sittin' on a hunnid
Road runnin', Brodie , check the mail, I know that load comin
Fake trackin' number, finesse his ass, he think his load comin

On that south, I got respect, my phone did five bucks in a day
Jackie spent four hundred with me, brought a friend that spent like eight
Can't know my every move, AP bust it down, Or keep it playin
Might go fucc with that two-tone might bust it down, to match my chain

Hit the lab , cap it up, and then we right back jammin' traffic
Did a free day on his phone, the next day, my shit back to crackin
Brick man, got that stamp in the middle, bust out the plastic
Hit the scene and fuck it up, yellow tape, that shit was tragic, hittas, get active

I'm knee deep in these streets really bout that action, Chubbo what's crackin
Got a drop on them boys, spin it when they lackin
We Don't fuck with them, they don't fuck with us, button on them Glockies, came in clutch
Fuck all that beef, let's get this paid, these phones really double dutchin

Catch a body with that gun and find a goofy so we can swap him
Ten millies when we slide, trap hella big, he need a Choppa
Who gon' stop us? It's nothin' but killers filled on this roster
That's a shame, they shot all them bullets at me with no aim

Nah, they ain't hit nothin', got me out here lookin' for no reason
But I'ma get it done, said you fuck my hoe, 4, you can keep him
Ain't no pressure, bout no bitch, but one thing bout it, I get even
Shoot this bitch in 4K like a camera, catch him and say cheese him

Hit the lab, cap it up, and then we right back jammin' traffic
Did a free day on his phone, the next day, my shit back to crackin
Brick man, got that stamp in the middle, bust out the plastic
Hit the scene and fuck it up, yellow tape, that shit was tragic, hittas, get active

I'm knee deep in these streets, really bout that ass, Chubbo what's crackin
Got a drop on them boys, spin it when they lackin
We don't fuck with them, they don't fuck with us
Buttons on them Glockies, came in clutch

Fuck all that beef, let's get this paid
These phones really double dutchin

Written by:
Isaiah Lane

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