2HAWT! lyrics

[Intro]
Shy Guy, you crazy
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Guys- guys, g-, guys, I'm smoking weed guys, huh
Guys look at me, I just popped a perc
Guys, look at me, woah
I'm crazy

[Verse - BROKIE]
Beefin' wit' BROKIE, you better be 'bout it
You [?] and you finna fool me? (b*tch, I doubt it)
I rock-em, sock-em, till his head's in the clouds
b*tches talkin', they don't want my fist in they mouth
[?]
You ain't boutta walk after yo' head on the ground
I feel like Waka Flocka cus I mob in the paint
I might block 'em
If you think you hard when you ain't
I might hit you wit' the nine, ain't talkin' 'bout Ramadan
Yeah, you won't sleep tonight if you who we plottin' on
Sleep entire crews, I'm lookin' like [?]
I put the red dot to yo' eye, it look like the sharingan
[?] up dudes like I'm up in the octagon
Body count twenty, you might make it twenty-onе
You know I'm trappin' and passin' sh*t out
With the homies, the trap housе look just like the Pantheon
b*tch, it's [?], grab the gun off the shelf
I say (RUN IT), then I bust they bro in the temple
b*tches runnin', I don't see no one else
It is only blood [?] by myself
I don't ask for advice, I don't need any help
You ain't 'bout that life, bruh, I could already tell
You got [?]
If you sniff then Imma bust yo' sh*t through myself (ay)
Stop talkin' like your ass sport 4's
All your b*tch do is ask for more
If you talkin' on the gang then we at yo' door
And the gang lookin' just like the [?]
Rappers talkin' like they constantly get paid
Any other day, they constantly b*tch-made
[?] Brenda want my kids on her lips, ay
You just mad you know that me and yo' chick bang
[Verse 2 - kirby2cool!]
(doesnt deserve to have their lyrics written tbh)