2 Hand Touch lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, JayGotThePlug)
(Suburban Dude)
My n*gga Jay
Do got the plug, though

[Chorus]
Yeah, I slide with the killers and scam with the geeks
Flew your b*tch to Miami, had sex on the beach
Spent ten on a 'fit, but it's actually free
On stage with big B's like Sesame Street
I got tired of bein' broke, that never was me
She think I'm pressed, I cut her off, it's never that deep
b*tch pus*y blew out, eleven to three
My dawg known for leavin' sh*t, I guess he a tree
I can teach a b*tch the game, just bump into me
Call me Craig, got her in the store punchin' the pink
Got the neck from your b*tch, I'm stuck to the seat
b*tch, mind your business, don't get whacked tryna jump in this beef

[Verse]
Skrrt, gotta chase this b*tch
When they hit they lights, sh*t, I thought they was tryna race and sh*t
When I say them poles on us, we ain't takin' pics
See the red light, I still go like IceJJFish
They said thou shalt not steal, let me pray right quick
Doin' fraud, slidin' everywhere like my brakes ain't fixed
Catch a body, take a trip like Tay-K did
Lil' n*gga ridin' big wheels, I'm a Bebe Kidd (You see me)
From the block to the yacht, b*tch, we up now (b*tch, we up)
Made your b*tch drive the boat like Spongebob (Ayy)
Hit one time, switcharoo, let G f*ck now (G-Money)
Teletubbies, I be in the field to make my son smile
Keep the money that you owe me, I want blood now
You was just in here rollin', you a thug now?
Ass fat, stomach flat, I like 'em fun-sized
Picked her up and f*cked her like Melvin while y'all son cried
[Chorus]
The mag on the seat
Flew your b*tch to Miami, had sex on the beach (All night)
Spent ten on a 'fit, but it's actually free (Slide)
On stage with big B's like Sesame Street
I got tired of bein' broke, that never was me (That ain't me)
She think I'm pressed, I cut her off, it's never that deep (f*ck on, b*tch)
b*tch pus*y blew out, eleven to three
My dawg known for leavin' sh*t, I guess he a tree (Baow)
I can teach a b*tch the game, just bump into me (Bump into me)
Call me Craig, got her in the store punchin' the pink (Craig)
Just got the neck from your b*tch, I'm stuck to the seat (Glue)
b*tch, mind your business, don't get whacked tryna jump in this beef

[Outro]
Yeah, n*ggas look up to me
n*ggas tellin' my whole life
In his words, n*ggas killin' me softly
These n*ggas killin' me (n*ggas lame)
Naw, how these n*ggas dissin' and they f*ckin' fans? (Fans)
Catch him lackin' while it's dark and I'ma up the can'
Put the spotlight on him, Jasmine Sullivan (I see you)
n*gga, you ain't goin' nowhere like the running man, hey (Come here)
Pass the b*tch to my man so I can f*ck her friend
You can't hang around the gang 'less we jump you in
b*tch, oops, I mean f*ck you in
n*gga, ayy, b*tch, what the f*ck you sayin'? n*gga
Ayy, I don't need no f*ckin' pen
Ayy
Ayy, b*tch
No pen, no pad like two-hand touch
n*gga run up on me, I'ma get his mans touched