2TONE lyrics

(b*tch)

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
I ain't never duck lil b*tch I go swang
B-Big body coupe big body big tang
We gone air it all out b*tch we air the whole thing
b*tch I do this for the money b*tch you do it for the fame
I don't give a f*ck what anybody gotta think
Purgin on yo words pressin whatchu rage
Postin on a block b*tch I'm posted everyday
I ain't sugar codin sh*t b*tch ain't nothin sweet
Why these n*ggas [?] why the f*ck do they [?]
b*tch I load up the clip b*tch I bust at a sl*t
n*gga watch yo f*ckin tone b*tch watch yo mean mug
Yeah I f*cked yo f*ckin thotty yeah that b*tch gimme tongue
I been focused I been lookin for a big bag
You judt got a lil pistol got a big gat
[?] a pus*y hoe b*tch I leave my [?] flapped
Why these n*ggas they be talkin they be big mad
I grew up with n*ggas that smoke all the lightbulbs
When it cost a beat b*tch you know it's on sight hoe
Diamonds on my chain diamonds hangin on my earlobe
You a pus*y n*gga b*tch I call you my [?] hoe

[Verse 2: KILL STACY]
You a pus*y n*gga you can't even be my son
Big Glock walk down make a pus*y n*gga run
b*tches tell me I'm the sh*t no b*tch I'm the one
How the hell that's yo b*tch got my di*k on her tongue
Me and gang walk up blocks check a n*gga just for fun
Hit a opp in his top now that opp n*gga done
If he messin with us then he must've been dumb
Got that Glock in my pocket you know what it does
And I can't have that clip unless that stick or that 12 or that 50 round that drum [?]
I staple my Glock but staple my fist
Got my fist in that b*tch till I'm up to my wirst on em
b*tch imma dog that mean I get sick on em
You the type I tell you that I'm comin yo skin crawlin
[?] 20 bands on my fist I done done it all
Can't work with these sucker ass n*ggas they be federal
Shot at yo car hope that boy got that general
pus*y like water I call it [?]
f*ckin two b*tches they sippin on antidote
I got that pus*y on face while I'm gettin throat