2+2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Peysoh]
Hey, look I'm a Don
I stay with a torch, You stay on the porch
You playing with me and you done
How could u win? How could u move?
If killing the kill n*gga run
Don't leave it at home
Look up when you walk, he driving and shooting for fun
You know it ain't safe
Another one dead so n*gga you better just run
You better just leave, you better go talk to a couple of priest
Go get you a leash
You better be sliding in traffic no keeping that sh*t on your seat
Stay on alert no time for the games
You playing around you get shot in your face
Spin where you sleep get you a mask
Go get you a gun that ain't leaving a tracе

[Verse 2: Peysoh]
Its 2-2-1, BTA
All of my young n*ggas spin with a Drake
All of my young n*ggas down for a case
All of my young n*ggas shoot for the facе
Its taking too long, I'm getting impatient
We getting on feet, man lets see if they out
n*ggas be woofing and woofing, and woofing
And woofing, and woofing, and woofing for clout
[Chorus: Peysoh]
Two plus two, sticks in this b*tch
All around killers don't blink in this b*tch
Got me a fully don't wink in this b*tch
Got strength in this wood it stink in this b*tch
Two plus two, sticks in this b*tch
All around killers don't blink in this b*tch
Got me a fully don't wink in this b*tch
Got strength in this wood it stink in this b*tch

[Verse 3: Peysoh]
I'm doing the dash, If i see the crash we going hunnid
Got stick in the whip
No stick in the box, I thug with it on me
Shoutout the Rowdy, but stick on my hip
I don't be hanging with n*ggas who flexing that money
But never got nun for the table, this sh*t from the dirt
Had to go run in his house before we got money from labels
I'm real as it gets no fake in my blood
I still be with killers and deep in the trench
I come from a hood, slide for a rank
No gun for the skit, than we going full range
I'm doing him bad, if I get a chance
You hang on that block and I'm leaving you drenched
Swear it be n*ggas who popping on live, who really ain't slid and still on that fence
No hitting that dance, I'm hitting it with you
n*gga no reffing I'm blowing that whistle
n*gga no cappin I be on this beat
He play with the P and get hit with a missile
Bro, what's the issue? Oh, you ain't trippin?
What happen to all that sh*t on that net
What happened to all that sh*t you was saying on live
You had a good time making threats?
[Chorus: Peysoh]
Two plus two, sticks in this b*tch
All around killers don't blink in this b*tch
Got me a fully don't wink in this b*tch
Got strength in this wood it stink in this b*tch
Two plus two, sticks in this b*tch
All around killers don't blink in this b*tch
Got me a fully don't wink in this b*tch
Got strength in this wood it stink in this b*tch

[Verse 4: NLE Choppa]
Ayy, ayy, flexin' on me boy, you better get to poppin'
Make a n*gga check out, hotel lobby
How you gon' body for body
We the ones with all the bodies
I'm MJ T Bows Scottie
Make a n*gga shake and shift this draco rip through your stomach
Pimp those pills ho', pull up on body
Switch cheese we'll drive through and be here
n*gga don't stand on none of that
f*ck over opps like hundred pack
n*gga ask if I double back
I was a boss I ain't have to do none of that
But the next day, we coming back
We ain't doing fridays after next us
Off against killers, we at your neck
I do it myself, I ain't dropping no check
He'll get stressed like it's yoga n sh*t
Swerving the sketch controlling this b*tch
He'll get killed for that trolling n sh*t
Bag of the opps put a hole in that b*tch
Step, step, right, left
One, two, three choppers go on repeat like brrt, brrt, brrt, brtt
On b*tch
[Chorus: Peysoh]
Two plus two, sticks in this b*tch
All around killers don't blink in this b*tch
Got me a fully don't wink in this b*tch
Got strength in this wood it stink in this b*tch
Two plus two, sticks in this b*tch
All around killers don't blink in this b*tch
Got me a fully don't wink in this b*tch
Got strength in this wood it stink in this b*tch