B4B2 (feat. YourFavouriteShady) lyrics

[Verse 1: Gleason]
Tightened the rap slack, now we back for a bar-for-bar-track
We Rappin’ back to back, this sh*t right here got ‘em painting their fingers black
The way they dipping their fingers into the heat, leave ‘em lyrically deceased
As the bread increase, I know me and shady run these c*nts, at least

[Verse 2: YourFavouriteShady]
Breath life in these verses and everything we wrote
Keep a pen in my pocket thats the weapon I tote
Toting these flows, rowing over in this boat
Riding the waves, Gleason its time to gloat

[Verse 3: Gleason]
Me and Shady come through cleavin’. Cutting these c*nts, leavin’ them bleeding
As I’m growing older, my hairline receding. But at least I ain’t p*ssing-off Opps and grieving
The tracks are back, the flow is well receiving. Lyrics come and crack like an addict in healing
I’m having relapses, I think any minute now gunshots are what I’ll be hearing

[Verse 4: YourFavouriteShady]
Hearing what? Oh thats the b*tches straight yelling
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[Verse 5: Gleason]
You’ll never catch me selling out, posting Instagram posts showing off, I’m showing out
Yeah that’s a diss at Distortion, hit him in the head, leave his brain conforming
These retards already know, I’m out here warring
Eating a big buffet too, you peasants better ignore King
[Verse 6: YourfavouriteShady]
Watch with who you beefing with
Cause you ain't nothing but a feeble b*tch
b*tches out think they be cooking with a recipe
Till I let out the heat degrees, then they rest in peace

[Verse 7: Gleason]
Working out daily, this sh*t is insane, me and Shady bring the flame, now we rearrange the game
Used to be a lanky Jim, now around the gym they know my name
I won’t sign until the day of my f*cking wedding, leave you guessing
Exes texting, leaving them vexxing, I see through them like cheap-ass bedding

[Verse 8: YourFavouriteShady]
Got me feeling this skill, it's limitless
Confused like "I don't know where the ceiling is"
Confidence level overwhelming, don't know what this feeling is
f*ckers we standing on business

[Verse 9: Gleason]
We crack your skull open like you’re pickles, we’re Seth Rogen
I listen to Wu Tang and Cool J, so big up the Old-Gen
You listen to Sabrina and Taylor, that’s word to testosterone
These b*tches ain’t got talent, yet they’re growing like Human Growth Hormones

[Verse 10: YourFavouriteShady]
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[Verse 11: Gleason]
Final verse, I’ll leave their band of cronies dispersed with my .9
Air rifle design, lyrics that pop like balloons inside of your mind
All up in your brain like Professor X, last bar so I gotta profess
Me and Shady are the best, try to out-rap us? b*tch that ain’t a contest, we’ll leave you vex

[Verse 12: YourfavouriteShady]
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