2X lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, Chris)
(Hey, Chris)

[Verse 1: Glokk40Spaz]
Mm, mm, big dog, I'm the general
We play that ho like instrumental
He think he a dog, he get put in a kennel
These b*tches get passed to the swoop like they pebbles
Glock 19, that b*tch act like the devil
Glock 26, this b*tch wan' be the devil
I scoop that lil' b*tch, she gon' call me a shovel, I'm tellin' you
b*tch-ass n*ggas, they get ate like Ruffles
Two Glocks on me, I'm twice, double
Told my woah comе to the team to come gеt in this huddle
48 on me, I don't wanna hear no rebuttal
Shot that boy, laid that lil' boy in a shack
He wanna die, come touch these racks
Racks on me, junkies, they hooked, I call this sh*t crack
He said he want smoke, then it's that
7/11, b*tch, I shoot craps
I ain't Kevin, I'm lovin' this MAC
Feel like I'm Devin, bookin' these hoes, it ain't nothin'
Pop that boy with the XD, said I'm hot like the sun
The real Oso ain't goin' for nothin'
You ain't finna pop nothin', f*ck your gun
Can't even buy a Drac', fire sh*t, alarm
Call me Baby Whoa, n*gga, I'm a don
Spin the block again, n*gga, I ain't done
Chase him with this fire, look like Temple Run
Said I'm Baby Life, she think she my mom
Want smoke with the opps, ain't tryna bring no bong
Got locked up, I had paid that bond
I ain't playin', n*ggas know what's goin' on
Knock a pus*y n*gga out, take his phone
[Verse 2: OsamaSon]
I pull up, I'm on that, yeah
Tell a n*gga get his phone back
I'm in Chrome like where the chrome at?
Slime hop out and get on your ass
ARP, best believe I'm gon' crash
I'm in a two-door, geeked up, goin' fast
I'm on Percs, huh, lean
Brand-new beam, huh, green
I'll never sip the green
Up all, up all night off two damn beans
"W-why there two seats?" f*ck you mean?
R-r-rob your plug, he too damn green
Slime, slime him, tryna see red
Brand-new bag, drop it on your head
And free my shooter, gon' catch that hat

[Verse 3: Glokk40Spaz]
Woah, woah, woah
n*gga, kick, kick the front door, yeah
Whip the pot with my elbow
Mm, would I cuff a b*tch? n*gga, hell no
You wanna cop the b*tch? n*gga, let go
Jump out the window, n*gga, it's a pillow case on this stick
Your b*tch lookin' at me, n*gga, might double back and f*ck your b*tch
n*gga give me fifty rounds, I bet he missed
n*gga fell asleep, I walked out with the Tris
Smokin' Backwoods, n*gga, with Lil Chris
n*gga think he Mobb, n*gga, who this is?
n*gga think he Mobb, n*gga, I ain't playin', n*gga
Up that fire, n*gga, he gon' die
You ain't la familia, see that in your eye
Know my woah Rick with me, he gon' slide
I told the bid stop takin' n*ggas off, n*gga, I tried
Young Glock got a beam, n*gga, f*ck you mean?
Try me, I'm not shy, pop the n*gga, left the scene
Wore the Giuseppes, stepped in ice cream
All my opps gon' be dead when I'm nineteen
He scared, pop that n*gga in his knee
Come try somethin', double dare, n*gga, you off lean