Two Tone! lyrics

[Chorus]
b*tch, I got a new phone (New phone)
Pull out that new Glock and that b*tch two-tone (Brrat!)
She ain't never leaving, I can't do wrong (I can't do wrong)
My ex b*tch keep on crying, told her, "Move on" (Told her move on)
You just hit a lick, but, my boys taking a big fraction (Uh huh)
Never ducking smoke, lil n*gga, we about that action (Uh huh)
Put that b*tch in sport mode, now, that b*tch really got traction (Skrt)
Adding up the money, n*gga, never do subtraction (Ffffhh)

[Verse]
Sorry girl, you too late, I'm f*cking on your b*tch and then her roommate
You n*ggas sipping Wock', I'm drinking Kool Aid
And you b*tches always tripping, tie your shoelace (Shoelace)
You know I keep that Glock still (That Glock)
You stupid ass lil n*ggas sipping Wock', still (Eugh)
Your b*tch give me top still (Uh huh)
I don't clean up no school, but, got a mop, still (Brrat!)
n*gga talk too much, so, I'ma bust him in his head and sh*t (Grrah!)
Think he Playboi Carti, he gon' see 'Whole Lotta Red' and sh*t (Uh huh)
Playing on 2K, while, my b*tch counting all my bread and sh*t (Uh huh)
Then, right after that, she come play with my lil dreads and sh*t (Uh huh)
I be rocking Gucci and the Louis and the Prada now (Prada now)
Feeling like Darth Vader 'cause, lil boy, I am your father, now (I am your father, now)
Thought you was a baller, I see you begging for dollars, now (Uh huh)
Used to be a hothead, ice up on my collar, now (Ah uh)
Lil n*gga, I been working (I been working)
And come and get your b*tch, she back to twerking (Back to twerking)
I be in Tokyo 'cause I love swerving (I love swerving)
And I light me up a blunt, that sh*t be burning
Spent two racks on a pillow just for nothing (Just for nothing)
Put VV's on my neck and I feel like something (Like something)
He say he with them steppers, boy, you bluffing (Boy, you bluffing)
And I know he ain't on sh*t, he stuffed like muffins (Stuffed like muffins)