2 Lips lyrics

[Intro: Rio Da Yung OG]
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
Yeah

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
b*tch suckin' di*k so good, can't take the phone call
Woke up and put on Burberry, I took Vlone off
Ain't with no baby from the trenches, I'm my own boss
f*cked her, dismissed her for a week, I know the ho lost
Hey, what up, my n*gga Tonio?
You gon' die the day after tomorrow, f*ck Romeo
Paid sixteen hundred for some sandals, they was open-toed
Unc' was the f*cking brick man before he got on parole
Y'all might think I'm lying, but this some true sh*t
Caught a body, ooh, sh*t, now I'm eatin' some Ruth's Chris
You the type to talk about a n*gga, but never do sh*t
Lay a hand on Da Yung OG, gon' get your crew hit

[Verse 2: Almighty Slime]
Ooh, sh*t, shorty suck like she got new lips
And her ass real, but the b*tch got some new tits
f*ck an Outback, b*tch, I want me some Ruth's Chris
Slide on a n*gga one time, but with two whips
Huh, yeah, I'm finna slide too
My b*tch caught me cheating, I'm like, "f*ck, I'm finna lie to her"
Got too emotional, I'm finna cry to her
I ain't say a word, she let me f*ck, I'm a vibe to her
Phew, that's crazy, ho
Make a b*tch dirty dance, Patrick Swayze, ho
I just fall back and get the top, I'm a lazy ho
n*gga asked for a free verse, I'm like, "Pay me, ho"
[Verse 3: Rio Da Yung OG]
Dropped sixty on a n*gga, I had two clips
My mama always told me, "Never trust a b*tch with two lips"
Bum n*gga, I'm talking 'bout you if the shoe fit
Four guns— alright
How the f*ck I got four guns on me now, but I got two hips?
n*gga rolled a blunt of bullsh*t, that's a doo stick
This ain't no deuce-deuce, this a Glock 22, b*tch
Told the Cali' plug I can't leave the state, so he flew it
Thirty-two hundred dollar outfit on
Palm Angels, off to Dior, I don't wear Vlone
b*tch, wipe that makeup off your face so I can skeet on it
Damn, I thought I was finna nut, I done peed on her
I just got some clean dope, put my feet on it
You got a flyer? It's ten bands or better to put me on it
Caught myself buying an eight of Tris, had a cheap moment
The plug ain't have no more Wock', I broke down, had a weak moment
I don't give a f*ck if you die, I don't cry a lot
I get first dibs on the drank 'cause I buy a lot
Stop talking 'bout it, you wanna get high? Then go buy a pop
Ridin' through the hood in a Lam' truck tryna find the opps

[Outro: Rio Da Yung OG]
Ghetto Boyz sh*t