2 Piece lyrics

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
Can't get no steak, b*tch, you gettin' a two-piece
Huh, I ain't buy a b*tch a steak, she got a two-piece (Ooh, Sav killed it)
Come on

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
Huh, I can't buy a b*tch a steak, she get a two-piece
Get the word if she bring me a Chase and give me two weeks
Huh, boy, your phone do not slap, you got two tweaks
Huh, Mikey Hellcat too fast, it got two speeds
Hm, If you see me call my phone, b*tch, you better answer
b*tch a lier, I just asked her one question, she gave me seven answers
Huh, I never cigarette, I don't mess with cancer
Hm, I might hit a bottle girl, but I don't mess with dancers
But you might got a chance, if I knew you first
I think you stupid if you put your hands on me, try voodoo first
Huh, you can't come up eating steak, buy noodles first
I don't rap for free, you pay me 5K, then I'll do the verse
Huh, this an automatic chop', it might shoot itself
Huh, unc done ran out of dope, he might oot himself
She ain't bringing in no friends, she say I'm tryna f*ck you myself
Huh, If your pape' going down, you damn near losing health
Huh, [?] cut the music up, this sh*t ain't loud enough
Huh, I don't check for checks, they in there piling up
Huh, these n*ggas do not be on that, they just be sounding tough
Huh, don't call my phone if you ain't tryna cop a pound or up
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
I'm finna take Tre on a drill, told 'em, "Mount it up"
I put my Hellcat on Forgies, told 'em mount it up
Went OT and made another bag, help me count it up
I paid sixty, really fifty-eight, had him round it up
Hm, you know your mathematics?
I can make a bad b*tch get nasty, like a crab salad
f*ck a b*tch once then disappear, that's my bad habit
She wanna share the di*k with her friends, I told her, "Have at it"
It's enough to go around just for all of y'all
She want to f*ck before she went to work, and end up calling off
Hm, I'm known for talking sh*t for days, ain't no falling off
Shot the 'K so much, the wood end up falling off
Riding through the block with brand new Glock, this b*tch .23
Cuban bracelet with some pointers in it, cost me twenty G's
DistroKid ever go bad, sh*t, I got twenty fiends
RMC, MINE entertainment, we the winning team
We just waiting on the GOAT, free the ghetto
Hm, jam ain't enough, her booty shaking like it's Jell-O
I know she wanna f*ck, I pulled my di*k out to say "Hello"
I'ma end up killing some, I ain't the one you wanna tell on
I got a lawyer on retainer, that's some boss sh*t
Every day I'm tryna rap, I'm treating the booth like an office
Hm, band second in that Hellcat, almost lost it
Hm, drop a body, have a tea party like we in Boston