2 P.M. lyrics

[Intro]
Aye tho
Talk my sh*t
Yea look...

[Verse 1]
Stomp a n*gga out in the club, I dare he mean mug
7 ounces in a 20 oz, yeah I love the drugs. In court looking mean as f*ck, cuz I hate the judge
n*gga you don't even got a car, how you the plug?
I be wit yo b*tch getting high off that percocet, never met the b*tch she cashed me out [?]
Ion need yo heart, look b*tch I need a Rolex, a condo, a Benz, a Z06 corvette
Big choppas n*gga in the field like we huntin
Typa n*gga go for it baby I ain't puntn
Ask them b*tches that you be with, I ain't frontin;
You posting other n*ggas sh*t, n*gga you be bluffing
They gave my n*gga all that time, down in the sucka
Ain't f*cking with no goofy as n*ggas im a hustla
I lost hope, I been broke never been no busta
She can't even get my di*k hard, then I won't touch her

[Interlude]
Huh...

You know we on that sh*t man, Feel me?
Ain't f*ckin with no sucka ass n*ggas...
f*ckin with them b*tches man. b*tches can't even hold a n*gga down man
Better stack that money up n*gga. run that sh*t up n*gga
Have that lawyer ready n*gga...
[Verse 2]
I'm the hottest out my section, know our rap, know our street sh*t, I need a V12 you can keep that V6
Slap a n*gga all in the club over a sneak diss
Forgiato's on everything boy it be bleed sh*t
Hit the count jail, call my ion need sh*t
Yelling out "Move b*tch" just like I'm Ludacris
Im a boss you seen a [?]
f*ck being broke, I snatch a n*gga out his sh*t quick
Late nights tipping through the city I ran all lights
Was on wit the suckas so we bump heads, we finna fight
n*gga you ain't instagram trooper, you ain't got stripes
I'm a die shooting when a n*gga try to take my life
Summer OT sippin lean on a private flight
n*ggas always gas these hoes up but I don't know the hype
Ballin on these n*ggas eyes closed n*gga like Mike
Same n*gga I was up the road you ain't send the kite

[Outro...]