Army Regime - 2 Fingaz (feat. Ciity & Angie)

I’m next get checks you know that
Just flex we best adore that
This set never left ignore that
Sold nicks at night we all that
You lame you wack we saw that
We made you leave you know that
Thing gang with me don’t hold back
Two fingers twist we throw that
I’m next get checks you know that
Just flex we best adore that
This set never left ignore that
Sold nicks at night we all that
You lame you wack we saw that
We made you leave you know that
Thing gang with me don’t hold back
Two fingers twist we throw that
Big p shit ride around town with a mixy stick
Put a hit on you it’ll hit ur crew
When I black I’m gon’ make shit eclipse
In a whip that’s mine with a tipsy bitch
Take my time when I spit these shits
I don’t got no time gotta get these chips
My type of time is drip each wrist
I'm in yo bity nigga and I’m city nigga
Angela mean angel right? I keep one with me nigga
She can rap her singings dope
But this ain’t Whitney nigga
In a different world, she feel like Whitley nigga
Be us cause she picky nigga
Came from the mud and my niggas
Be riding around with that dirty
Talk to your lawyer my nigga
before you go talking to juries
Get up and get it it’s early
Had to go whip it with fury
Hit the block pitch in a hurry
You never saw us like Shirley
Cole world got a bag in the middle of nowhere
For a rap, I won’t do again nowhere
Where I’m from you and them can’t go there
What you want you ain’t got no bro's here
Where you from? Word?
Bet got a show there
I ain’t them better bet I’ ma show there
I’m the one who the best better know that
Gang Salute
I’m next get checks you know that
Just flex we best adore that
This set never left ignore that
Sold nicks at night we all that
You lame you wack we saw that
We made you leave you know that
Thing gang with me don’t hold back
Two fingers twist we throw that
I’m next get checks you know that
Just flex we best adore that
This set never left ignore that
Sold nicks at night we all that
You lame you wack we saw that
We made you leave you know that
Thing gang with me don’t hold back
Two fingers twist we throw that
Crazy once the mic on
I wrote this in a psych ward
Heavy metal cyborg
I snuck it in the side door
Rock the spade, fuck Tom Ford
Five K on the time whore
Still, ain't got time for her
You don't love me dog stop lying to me
Peeping you niggas wanna steal the sauce
These workers wanna be a boss
Ima boss baby
You could pick your pleasure
You could pick your fabrics
You could pick you leather
Stef Curry I shoot
Mike Jack with the moves
Criminal so smooth
Push-button in the coupe
Army that's my blooda
Red flags like Russia
My niggas I put trust in
If I lay I ride till the wheels gone
I'm on straight gas no pills dog
This homi weed that kill dog
The foundation I build on
My dog been gone and I'm still torn
I’m next get checks you know that
Just flex we best adore that
This set never left ignore that
Sold nicks at night we all that
You lame you wack we saw that
We made you leave you know that
Thing gang with me don’t hold back
Two fingers twist we throw that
I’m next get checks you know that
Just flex we best adore that
This set never left ignore that
Sold nicks at night we all that
You lame you wack we saw that
We made you leave you know that
Thing gang with me don’t hold back
Two fingers twist we throw that

Written by:
Kennith Armstead

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