TwoK Baby

Look at both my feet ya see
Ima real stepper
I put heat under that cake, like I was a black & decker
I’m always smelling festive
I be smoking Christmas sweaters
Why keep racing wit the rats
I could cut straight to cheddar
Touché baby it’s the hustle for
Got some 2k baby
That’s two thousand a P
Love to kick game crazy
They just want it for free
They ask her why she like it
She say it’s the hustle for me

Hip-Hop be borin without all my verses
Put him up
He’s a blind, a curtain
Go head let the shine in
Cuz he keep on talking bout music his purpose
I got time this yеar
I Got rhymes this year
Talkin stupid you cuh buy it this year
You rеally just finna lie to the kids
Most of these rappers be buying they friends
All of these rappers be selling they souls
Spending our last onnat glitter & gold
She fuck w you cuz you staying inside
She hate my guts cuz I’m never at home
Niggas a lie, women hate truth
That’s why they got the alien in the booth
Money stacked high, s’where I reside
Just like that nigga dancing in the blue
So I just roll up some venom OG right inside of my paper and go bout my business
Shouts to the DJ’s that’s breaking my records inside of the club like we work for the Guinness
These are just b sides
I keep recording, i gotta go crazy
The album is finished
We got it 3 live, we on a cheese high
We bout to slather our pockets with digits

Look at both my feet ya see
Ima real stepper
I put heat under that cake, like I was a black & decker
I’m always smelling festive
I be smoking Christmas sweaters
Why keep racing wit the rats
I could cut straight to cheddar
Touché baby it’s the hustle for
Got some 2k baby
That’s two thousand a P
Love to kick game crazy
They just want it for free
They ask her why she like it
She say it’s the hustle for me