2 or More

This ain't what you really want you said you gon' front what you gon' really front
Smokin' on that gas, there's no boof in my blunt
Diamonds on my wrist and yeah, they blingin all the way
Tried to tell you this and tell you that, now it's a play
We gon' run it up and we gon' do it, shoot them k's
You talkin' that shit, we really might just blow your face

We really might just blow your face
You know I cannot make a case
I send one call get him erased
We see the opps on feet get chased
She gon' fuck with me cause I got ice from out the Gucci store
Fuckin' on that bitch, I do her bad and then I need some more
Makin' money, yes, I need the bands, I'm finna make some more
Make a play, then flip a band and maybe get me two or more
Get me two or more You already know how it go, I need two or more
Back into the fuckin' Gucci store, I need two or more
Fuck you mean we in the Louis store We need three of those
Bang it out, we break it out, some more

Back in saks, fifth year, I already know that I need four of those
In amiri need amiri jeans, you know I'm at my show
With a Barbie, off bacardi and she gon' ride me, yeah, some more

Close rage, road rage, get him gone no game, road game whole hang
Your bitch on me, low chain, makin' money, gold thing do it good like Hol hank

Elegant nigga walk through, gator at the toe
Your bitch on my knee, she finna suck me, yeah, the head some more
Awesome 'mazing thank you, Grayson you already know I'm home
Hit that bitch, then leave the hoe, you know I'm mad, I'm home alone
Quote that home alone, your bitch won't pick up that phone
Beaten up her back, you know you hear her through the phone
Yall niggas is talking shit, but you know that I'm on