2 Birds 1 Stone

Chorus
2 birds 1 stone i'm a knock em down/ I can get more done when you not around/ pistol got a full clip hear the cocking sound/ did that shit before I left no need to cock it now/ out looking word is that the ops in town/ all that capping that you doing you could stop it now/ hoes screaming oh yeah like they foxy brown/ do a show and take a fan home to top me out/ hey, fake shit i could hear it all/ wasn't fucking with yo vibe I had to smear it off/ opps hiding I could still smell the fear in y’all/ got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce/ got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce/ got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce/ got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce/got the drip from my walk call it the secret sauce

Verse 1
2 ops 1 bullet, 2 shots, can’t do it, 2 clocks time cruising, 2 bops, brain stupid/ 2 bodies, one moving, one dead, one drooling, one in em, blood oozing, 1 sec he stopped moving/ two tone drip got my two tone fit,/mixed race hoe she a two tone Bitch/ 415 I got two homes Bitch/ like Kevin gates I got two phones bitch/ been broke, been up, I survived both/ i could never settle down I be doing the most/ lotta rappers fall off cuz they ain’t know the ropes/ lotta opps in the grave cuz they had none to tote/ whole clip get blown on my bullshit/ whole brick of white girl that’s a whole flip/ cold drip, lotta ice wet on my whole wrist/ whole dick, and she took it all in the full splits/ new pack just came and got sold quick/ 4, 3, 2, 1, I give no shits/ notice I been ballin on my HOV shit/ I ain’t rich like him but I still blow chips/ gotta keep a nine like I’m Andre, no 3000, OutKast you to Bombay, no liquor, like I’m sober on prom day, big ape shit, won’t go out Harambe/ aye, Switch flows creep up on you like i tip toe/ I got big baguette diamonds and my wrist froze/ selling Music feel like I’m pushing a big load/ I don’t beef on Instagram Bitch i kick doors

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Verse 2
I just been focused on making my money and stacking my paper till its through the roof/ gang wit me all day and some wit me all night we got them chops and we not afraid to shoot/ my dawg got a weapon that’s straight outta Russia, we slide in a bucket can’t fuck up the coup/ smarter then most of you dumb ass lil boys, I ain’t study for shit, I did not go to school/ self taught, I'm a prodigy/ people stealing styles taking drip like it’s a robbery/ ain’t no truth or honesty, I just find animosity, when I shoot I'm gloved up like the goalie on a soccer team/ gotta keep the whole squad outta poverty/ give them jobs prolly helping the economy/ I be blowing fat clouds outta collard greens/ when I’m rollin up my wood do not bother me/ lyrically I think I’m Cole mixed with 21/ because i could kill you with my words or with my 20 guns/ I could make a opp drop like a bungee jump/ I could make yo mouth drop like you hungry or sum/

(Man screaming for more meat at a fast food restaurant)

Calm down lil Bitch take a chill pill/ if you in SF go to pill hill/ went to jail, got out, and I still drill/ and I’m smoking gas pack of that kill kill/ I was posted on the block all night like a trash can, on trash night/ got a bag full of Afghan, yeah that’s right/ just trying to get my bag right, counting up the loaf gotta make sure that the cash right