2 FOR FLINCHING! lyrics

[Verse 1 : yayu]
Yeah, yeah
b*tch I don't wait for a brick
When I'm shootin' my shot, I don't aim at the mist (Uh)
We ain't siblings boy, got no place in the mix
We got banks and I open his face with a clip (Uh huh)
We playin', I'm clickin' a square and he stop
And frankly yo' dawg could get hit with a chop (Brrraa)
Feel like Terra the way I'ma float off the rocks (Yeah)
Yeah he orphan the way the missin' his pops (Uh)
I'm off a gram right now, but I only rap good when I'm sober (Uh)
I'm wearing Tula Fiora, no stupid Dior (Nah)
Put the 2 to you whores and it's over (Buh buh)
Purple venom got me feelin' woozy but I still hit the beat like a Cobra (Yeah)
And I'm talkin' gas, none of that syrup, I ain't puttin' none of that sh*t in my soda (Nah)

[Verse 2 : Redster]
If that boy facin' with me then he facin' a Mamba (Lil b*tch)
I don't give pity, gеt hit by a monster (Yeah)
I might pull up to say hi to his mama (Huh, what?) and let him say byе to his father (Lil b*tch)
f*ck him again, we got reason to hurt you
Hollow points might turn your homie to worm food (Grrrrr)
Walk with a stick on my side, acting no fool
Now he in the ground, we ain't finna unearth you (Nuh uh)
I'm a fiend and a villain
Slide in yo' b*tch and I let her catch feelings (Yeah)
Showed her some milk and she thought it was doughnuts (Huh?)
Now I got her asking for filling (Okay)
I'm causing carnage, don't toss it like Venom
Pull up with the blicks, put his ass in a blender (Uh)
I gotta choppa that b*tch finna, yeah
This choppa gon' edit, destroy, let it ring
[Verse 3: yayu, Redster]
Suppressor that Glock, making no noise (Nah)
We finna throw that boy out like an old toy (Yeah)
Biscuit gon' poke in his stomach for dough boy (Bah, bah)
Wake up in a box like Oldboy
Leave him with no voice like Bster (Nah)
Choppa gon' tear him apart like Lisa (Rah)
I'm giving poison to rappers like ether
He want a slight, we gon' chop it like cleavers
But if you really wanna talk, I just burned this pizza that sh*t got me mad as sh*t right now
Walk with [?], King Kong, Rob Lucci
Yo' money short like Uzi (Damn)
Stand on my money, I'm taller than Fuji
Talkin' that sh*t, leave him red like a ruby (b*tch)
That motherf*cker stupid, he think he the sh*t that his deuce is
Hollow point knock out his brain, he a doofus (Yeeeeaaaah)
He mix it up and he make it a problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We slide on his back and we solve it like Rubik's

[Verse 4 : Redster]
We get him taxed, we charge him a fee
Got a whole out of that and a whole out of these (Yeah)
You be f*ckin' on thots now you got a disease (Oh, wow)
If you f*ckin' with us then you f*ckin' with beast (Facts)
And we bringin' sh*t that you don't want (You don't want that)
You fallin' short like a dull pun (b*tch)
I hit up yayu like "Go nuts" (Go nuts)
[Verse 5: yayu]
Heard that boy hatin' and so what? (So what?)
He don't want smoke, he ain't puffin' on no runtz (No runtz)
Tweetin' at me but won't post up (What?)
I'm punchin' his gut, I'ma leave him with no lunch
Talkin' that sh*t he gon' roast up
Now me and Red got the flames like a phoenix, you know that we rose up
b*tch