K D and CLNY - T W O S U A V E

Outta sight, outta mind with it
You niggas bait, fish in line with it
Tequila straight, don't put no lime in it
I'm quick to spark, don't add the fire in it
I get activated, you better slide to the left
You don't wanna match with me, cause this shit get fatal
No Diddy though, but I'm in this ho, and I'm not leaving till I give the say-so
Bring the pesos, I need it up front before I get my halo
I'ma get what I want, I need my space
You better back the fuck up, cause my trigger finger ready to put
Niggas out my misery, I came with nothing
Leave it with everything from Dallas, Texas
Nigga don't mess with me, just keep it cool
Before I up the heat and get to pulling
Niggas softer than wet charmin
Niggas do you wrong and want a pardon
Niggas sell you out to the slaughter
Them type of niggas get the chopper
If it was up to me, then I'd dump you bitch ass niggas in the sea
So you can see where the shark is
Nigga
Ay nigga, where the beat go
A new Yorker A giant
A lyrical tyrant
I make it look easy
I'm breezy in flyknit
I'm switching the climate
I never go back
I'm serving a client
Whenever I rap
Was counting me out
Who told you do that
Quit talking opinions
I only do facts
Bet on me baby, and make it a stack
Pick me a beat, you can bet I go black
It's all in the hips, I get licked like a blunt
I rep where I'm from, spit G like a Mac
You going for hugs
She giving you dap
Adios I don't know where they do that
Can tell she on go
'Cause her hand in my lap
She like the ciroc but
Tonight we on Yak
Y'all taking a break
If I give her this strap
You not getting her back
My boy it's a wrap
Stop fucking playing with me
I been grinding
I shine like a buss down
I got dough and the hoes wanna fuck now
On the road
I'm on go
Dump the clutch out
I don't ask for permission
I just wild
Used to sneak in the kitchen
Get cussed out
Had my luck down
I can strut now
Tryna make this shit count
Like a touchdown
You was running yo mouth
Know it's up now
I'm really living on some fly shit
You just pulling up for the optics
Braids long
On some pop shit
I'ma Braveheart
On some Nas shit
Now my money is long
I'm a vibe trick
Ain't no use in defending your logic
All my exes gon tell you I'm toxic
When they not shit
Guess it's hard not to hate a hot bitch

Written by:
Y Harris, K Darty

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