TWO O’NINE lyrics

[Intro]
f*cked up, f*cked up

[Verse 1]
Real is the real, tie like guerilla, we glow
b*tches ain't sick in they throat
They fum in the fight sh*t
On this summer, called it nice sh*t

[Hook]
f*cked up, we get f*cked up on some life sh*t
That white sh*t
Flicked inside my cup but full of Sprite mix

[Verse 2]
Fam, I need helping, helping hand
I don't know if I can stand
Mommy and daddy sh*t like, "n*gga, call me"
b*tch, I'm [?]

[Hook]
f*cked up, we get f*cked up on some life sh*t
That white sh*t
Filled inside my cup and full of Sprite mix

[Verse 3]
Monte and d'ago, yuh (Yuh)
Italy's finest, tryna step on my [?]
It's low for a n*gga (Ya dig)
Tryna get blow for a n*gga, a "no" for a n*gga
What do I need to do to show you it's cool
We do this sh*t after school, we call it a "try me", uh (Try me)
Cover my lows and throw 'em behind me, uh
Mama told me get home at eleven
sh*t, it's two 'o nine, I'm tripping
Take a shroom or two, you might feel the difference
Nah, I'm chilling
Why is you b*tching?
I ain't a b*tch
Just listen
[Verse 4]
Loafing with my crew, we smoking pack
Told my dad I'm through, but shoot
They just killed my brodie, hate the feel of the truth
That sh*t burns, so I burn some sage and marinate one [?]
Look at the view, [?]
Police pull up, we confused, dumping our jewels
They showing off tools and sh*t
[?]

[Outro]
f*cked up, f*cked up
Aye, what's up, n*gga, welcome to LA