Story Time (Intro)

[Intro]
You know, everybody has a story
Yeah (True, true)
Lemme tell you a little story about this guy
Okay
Goes by the name of um... 2z?
2z?
Yeah, Yeah, that's it! 2z!
What kinda fucking name is 2z?
A lot of motherfuckers hate the guy
I mean a lot

[Verse 1]
Mama, can I get them new Jordan 4's?
Pissing me off, she kept telling me no
So I went out and got them on my own
I was only 15, but I thought I was grown
I was 15 fucking bitches in college
Go to they dorm and go through they wallets
Circle got smaller 'cause niggas wasn't solid
You only they dawg when they hands in yo' pockets
You niggas changing on gang for the pussy
You gotta give her some brain for the pussy
Tired of niggas try take me for pussy
We do not hang with lames or pussies
Half of my mf family was addicts
Half of my mo' fucken partners was trappin'
My mama didn't raise up no bitch, so what's happening?
Bitch I'm from Dallas, I ball like a Maverick
I looked at my mama and lil' sister face
I promise I can't let 'em down (I can't let 'em down)
I looked all my niggas in of them faces
I told 'em we ain't backing down (Backing down)
'Cause once we get up there I promise you nigga
It ain't no comin' back down
I'm sorry your honor, I'm telling the truth
I wasn't even in town

[Verse 2]
Roll up the gas and bag up the Reginald
Watch how I tax it like I'm Uncle Sam
How you gon' hate me? You still buying grams
Goofy-ass nigga I smoke out a pound
My brothers keeper, I promise I am
We always fightin' like Martin and Pam
Been through that money, I love how it sound
That pussy go *smooch*, I love how it sound
Okay, you go and do that
Well I'ma go and do that
Texas we been on that drank
Now everybody sip, ayy
Half of these industry niggas is bitches
I call these niggas some brats
You only heard if I'm telling the truth
Nigga this straight facts
Niggas this straight gas
I'm counting straight cash
Yeah, yo' music straight my nigga
I meant to say straight ass
Just picked up a freak ho
Has to get my rocks off
She told me my feet ugly
I still fuck with my socks off (Bitch)
I don't care what these hoes think (These hoes think)
I don't care what these niggas think (These niggas think)
I smoke me a raw cone
I pour me a raw drink
Before you run in this trap house
Nigga you better rethink (Better rethink)
Yeah, I'm on some mob shit
Throw his ass in that fish tank

[Outro]
Yeah, nigga
That's that [GMB?] shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
All that money shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Whole lotta Loot Gang shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Ayy