2 Piece lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus 1: A$AP Rocky]
Off my fourth, fifth beer (Yeah)
Po-po on my rear (Yeah)
Rollo on my wrist (Yeah)
Snowglobe in my ear (Yeah)
Stop to take a p*ss (Yeah)
Zipper down my sh*t (Yeah)
I know why they p*ssed, 'cause I'm a multi-millionaire, b*tch

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Burners will burn his body
You varmints permanently toast, toasters like furnaces
Call emergency, ambulance, urgency please
Check my wastin' case, I'm wastin'
Can't forget my Tech-Nine
Mob try to waste me then I'ma get mine
On sight, don't think 'cause I'm famous I'm won't let lead fly
Bar fight, Buck-50, my face with razors, still made it to my set time
It's time to catch a body, and I prolly won't let my mans murk ya
I'ma lay this sh*t for days, thousand ways to get away with murda

[Chorus 2: Juicy J]
Now we know you n*ggas chicken, you don't really do beef
Got that K like KFC, but you can catch this two piece
Juicy J and A$AP Rocky, we gon' pull up two deep
I'm too rich for all that yappin', n*gga, talkin' too cheap
Now we know you n*ggas chicken, you don't really do beef
Got that K like KFC, but you can catch this two piece
Juicy J and A$AP Rocky, we gon' pull up two deep
I'm too rich for all that yappin', n*gga, talkin' too cheap, b*tch
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
f*ck n*ggas
f*ckin' playa haters
Try'na f*ck a playa face up
Make you b*tch n*ggas duck down, motherf*ckas better dip low
'Cause I got these major lasers
Pull up with the latest BAPEstas
Same color of your favorite flavor
Wassup?

[Chorus 1: A$AP Rocky]
Off my fourth, fifth beer (Yeah)
Po-po on my rear (Yeah)
Rollo on my wrist (Yeah)
Snowglobe in my ear (Yeah)
Stop to take a p*ss (Yeah)
Zipper down my sh*t (Yeah)
I know why they p*ssed, 'cause I'm a multi-millionaire, b*tch

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When it's time to catch a body then I probably won't get my little mans to murk ya (Yeah, b*tch)
I'ma let it sit for a day, it's a thousand ways to get away with murda (Yeah, b*tch)
If a n*gga done did your dirt for you, next thing you know a n*gga snitchin' on it (Yeah, b*tch)
Would he take a bullet for you?
Would he sit in prison for you? (Yeah, b*tch)
Gotta question n*ggas, gotta question friendship
Be the same when a b*tch is on your shoulders
Then pull the blickers on you
When he see the bliz is on you
Then try to sick some n*ggas on you (Hol' up)
I ain't no victim of no robbery
Lil' b*tch ain't sweet, no R&B
n*ggas start singin' like a b*tch when the people throw the sentence on 'em
Man, these wave ridin' ass, b*tch ass n*ggas, man
These n*ggas ain't gettin' no money
These n*ggas ain't did no time and bust a mothaf*ckin' pencils
These n*ggas ain't built for jail, man
These n*ggas got misdemeanor charges, man
f*ck these n*ggas, I wouldn't hang around these b*tch ass n*ggas, man, f*ck
[Chorus 2: Juicy J]
Now we know you n*ggas chicken, you don't really do beef
Got that K like KFC, but you can catch this two piece
Juicy J and A$AP Rocky, we gon' pull up two deep
I'm too rich for all that yappin', n*gga, talkin' too cheap
Now we know you n*ggas chicken, you don't really do beef
Got that K like KFC, but you can catch this two piece
Juicy J and A$AP Rocky, we gon' pull up two deep
I'm too rich for all that yappin', n*gga, talkin' too cheap, b*tch

[Outro: Juicy J]
Nine at your door
Nine, whatchu gon'
Nine, nine, nine at your door, ho'
Whatchu do, do, b*tch
Nine at your door
Nine at your door
Nine at your, nine at your door, ho'
Nine at your-
Whatchu gon' do when my nine chrome at your door
Whatchu gon' do when my nine chrome at your door
Whatchu gon' do when my nine chrome at your door
b*tches