TwoCup Tone - Dont Live Twice (Pop out)

Pop out with your bestie, bitch you lit, I like that
Pop out with my crew, maneuver smooth, know how we do
Came from chicken noodle soup, now the Lambo, it's a coupe
Bitch got turbo, we gon' shoot, forgot to mention ain't got no roof
Bitch, and my bitch in ruth's Chris, in Balenciaga suits
And you better watch your step, you scuff my boots, I step on you
Give me my loot, I built these boys up, no Fortnite, this real life, I need my stripes
I got my pipe tucked and my heart is on ice, we don't live twice
First off, we don't live twice, that's just cause we live forever
Stack that paper till I fall, show them folks I'm coming better
I'm having cheese, I don't post cheddar, I am a king, where's my Coretta
Don't play with me, I just might pull out Beretta
I am a made man, I come from the gutter, I am a made man, I come from the gutter
I ain't no cop, but I cannot count all the times that I had that lil' bitch undercover
She giving me top, I'm losing my socks, now that I'm juiced
I feel like Tupac, I'm getting my guap, not losing my spot
When you all the way down, only way is the top, I hit her with blues
Now she feel like Chrisean, know that I risk it all just for the squad
Know that I risk it all just for the team, know that they want us to hit a downfall
Stack it all up and that's by any means, never kicking the cup, never done with the lean
Pop out white tee & my Air Force Supreme, in my pocket a rocket, I got it on me
And I'm living too fast, cannot look back on my past
I gotta get to the future, putting all in your anger in fingers
These niggas should catch domestics, for beating computers
Got the same name as my dad, what does that mean
You better watch out for Junior, feeling like I am Lil Uzi, back up in 6th grade
I fell in love with my tutor, pop out with your bestie, bitch you lit, I like that
Pop out with my crew, maneuver smooth, know how we do
Came from chicken noodle soup, now the Lambo is a coupe
Bitch got turbo, we gon' shoot, forgot to mention ain't got no roof
Bitch and my bitch in Ruth's Chris, in Balenciaga suits
And you better watch your step, you scuff my boots, I step on you
Give me my loot, I built these boys up, no Fortnite, this real life, I need my stripes
I got my pipe tucked and my heart is on ice, we don't live twice

Written by:
Anthony Samders

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