2 3 Da God - Later

I feel like a mummy
I'm wrapped all this muhfuckin paper
He must be a dummy
Cause bro in da cut like a razor
These niggas be scared
When me and my niggas come raid em
And just like a barbershop
That nigga body drop soon as I fade em
I see da internet beef
And I tell em I save it for later
Ain't seen no love in a week
I been going so hard for this paper
She wanna fuck with a G
But can't tell me what she bring to the table
Don't think I won't spazz on this beat
I tell that pussy nigga I'm able

Aye he left that lil hoe I don't blame em
Woods in da air I'm face em
Blunt in his mouth I'm lace em
Ima big dog they can't tame em
Aye that bitch I'm save for later
Aye that Rollie I save for later
They know I'm case the paper
They know I'm case the paper
Aye I pull up and hit on a later date
I hit that lil bitch with the fadeaway
Big 2 3 da god he done made a way
Might throw a few bands in they face today
They hate on a nigga ain't caring though
Won't trip on a bitch we sharing those
A pussy ass nigga don't care for those
Just threw back a addy and overdosed
Just walked out the trap with a sack on my lap
Little nigga no this is not 10 a G
I hit that lil hoe and I pass that lil hoe
If I feel like she lacking that energy
I come out the cut and I'm bussin that bitch
Nigga you better hope that you kin to me
These niggas they really my mini me
A perc to the face I got 10 in me

I feel like a mummy
I'm wrapped all this muhfuckin paper
He must be a dummy
Cause bro in da cut like a razor
These niggas be scared
When me and my niggas come raid em
And just like a barbershop
That nigga body drop soon as I fade em
I see da internet beef
And I tell em I save it for later
Ain't seen no love in a week
I been going so hard for this paper
She wanna fuck with a G
But can't tell me what she bring to the table
Don't think I won't spazz on this beat
I tell that pussy nigga I'm able

That codeine and lean
That shit make da pain numb
Do not fuck wit me
Go back where you came from
I get on the beat hit that bitch wit bass drums
30 in his banger 50 in his flamer
One in da head
Big brother gave me that sack
And I went and came back with da bread
Fucked on that bitch got attached
And I made that bitch stay for the head
Don't care what they say to me
I really don't care what you said
Boy do not play with me
A nigga try that and he dead
They really be feds though
These niggas plotting dont think I don't spot em
Watching my next move
I'm going back in time
Jordan retros
Bitches on my line
Like a free throw
And one

I feel like a mummy
I'm wrapped all this muhfuckin paper
He must be a dummy
Cause bro in da cut like a razor
These niggas be scared
When me and my niggas come raid em
And just like a barbershop
That nigga body drop soon as I fade em
I see da internet beef
And I tell em I save it for later
Ain't seen no love in a week
I been going so hard for this paper
She wanna fuck with a G
But can't tell me what she bring to the table
Don't think I won't spazz on this beat
I tell that pussy nigga I'm able

Written by:
Paul Johnson

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