I Need 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Trouble, it's 'Blo
Roll the movie, n*gga
Commercials over with, n*gga
You know how we coming, n*gga
Real sh*t, n*gga
Bullsh*t stops here, n*gga
Pablo Juan, n*gga, Hoodrich (I need two, n*gga, huh?)
(Uno, dos, yeah)
(Oooh)

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
My shirt, belt, pants, and my shoes, exotic
My watch, ring, chain, VS1 diamonds
All these hoes wanna wife me like I'm Frankie Lymon
I was trapping in my white tee, yup, I'm grinding
Go and get the Lamb, n*gga, f*ck it, I need two
I'm on a b*tch and her friends, n*gga f*ck it, I need two
I got that pistol and that chopper, n*gga, f*ck it, I need two
Percs and Xannys, I need two
Pour the lean, drop the deuce

[Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I'm in the Christian Lou's, n*gga, that's a thousand for each shoe
First pistol was a Derringer, it only shot two
Givenchy Floral, got the highs and the low tops, too
I'm a rapper with a W, they know I used to rob, too
I pull up, shooting sh*t up, then my n*ggas shooting sh*t
Sold my first chain, was flexing, said "f*ck it", went and bought two
Came through with the killers, doing one-two
I got too much sauce, she wanna f*ck, but her friend, too
Drinking the Act, it cost two
Addicted to juice, poured up a deuce
Designer down from my head to my shoes
Two foreigns, one chopped off the roof
Two choppers when I ride in the coupe
Too many blunts and I still get them ran through
Strip club, that's a band or two
Trap Zoo, we got too many animals
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
My shirt, belt, pants, and my shoes, exotic
My watch, ring, chain, VS1 diamonds
All these hoes wanna wife me like I'm Frankie Lymon
I was trapping in my white tee, yup, I'm grinding
Go and get the Lamb, n*gga, f*ck it, I need two
I'm on a b*tch and her friends, n*gga f*ck it, I need two
I got that pistol and that chopper, n*gga, f*ck it, I need two
Percs and Xannys, I need two
Pour the lean, drop the deuce

[Verse 2: DrugRixh Hect]
I was thugging out in school, all the b*tches wanna f*ck me
I got a bomb next day and I said f*ck them teachers
Got too many hoes and too many leeches
Reclining seats when I ride in the Bentley
Check the mailbox when I walk in Givenchy
F&H on me, this b*tch got extensions
I robbed too many hoes, I f*cked too many b*tches
I got too many sticks, I got too much extensions
I done spent too much, I lost too many n*ggas
I remember when I had a shootout with n*ggas
I done been into too many shootouts with n*ggas
I done wiped the whole crew out of n*ggas
I'll wipe your whole crew out here, n*gga
Everything on me is Designer, n*gga
I got too much sauce, a n*gga too flashy
Too many dead n*ggas, too many rags
Don't let the rap fool you, I'll still spank a n*gga's ass
Designer on my bag when I smoke too many bags
Ride in a foreign with a paper tag
My shirt, belt, jeans, I Designered that
Two trap sticks, two hundred rounds
[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
My shirt, belt, pants, and my shoes, exotic
My watch, ring, chain, VS1 diamonds
All these hoes wanna wife me like I'm Frankie Lymon
I was trapping in my white tee, yup, I'm grinding
Go and get the Lamb, n*gga, f*ck it, I need two
I'm on a b*tch and her friends, n*gga f*ck it, I need two
I got that pistol and that chopper, n*gga, f*ck it, I need two
Percs and Xannys, I need two
Pour the lean, drop the deuce

[Outro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Chanels in Jeffery's, I need them, too
Red bottoms, red and the black, got them, too
My shoes cost a two
My hoe know what to do
My hoe get money, too
My hoe might shoot them, too
I ain't got on two chains, but I got on chains, too
Two, yeah
Two, n*gga
f*ck you, n*gga
And you, n*gga
f*ck you too, n*gga