2 For 5

[Intro]
Hah
It’s LoLife
Motherfuckin’ Blacc
Let’s get it
(Crosdin, You a fool for this one)

[Verse]
Picking out flavors for LoLife garden
Box drop, ‘cause the crop just harvest
Trap with the rock, call me LoLife Harden
Ain’t a plug, but I beg your pardon
When it come to the pack, it come straight out the ‘Vette
All hands on, like a switch
We gon’ ball like piranha, you speak O’hunna
I ain’t speakin’ on Leo & Stitch
When I land out of town, gon’ spray a few rounds
Just like a flat from a pick
Touch the box like Pat Mahomes, and you late with the cappin’
I’ll check it, ain’t no questions, the blicks
You too moody, you be like a bitch
Social distance, pussy, makе me sick
Independеnt, ain’t signin’ on shit
Work the scale, you want a bag or a brick?
Catchin’ box like I’m Odell, trap be like Springwell
Ain’t no tellin’, you stealin’ like Ezell
I been slingin’ work, on a work, detail
‘Cooch your spot up, and fill it with fish tail
Cut that clock on, bitch, get the box gone
Don’t hit my phone, just pull up and purchase
Tap my phone, you ask if we servin’
You pull up, then purchase, shit made me nervous
The weed come from LA, the box land in Soho
Ain’t no groupie, bitch, I move solo
You walkin’ with busters and bricks
And now that he think he into the dojo
Not to me, that’s just a taco, my fire on my vato
You try me, we both going loko
Residue, that’s all in the nail
I can tell that she in love with the coco
Fucked the Am’ bitch, she made it for her fans only
For her birthday, I bought her a GoPro
Fuck the hair out the bitch, got her bald
So I’m constantly calling her Sighshow
40K, and I’m married to money
So she cool with being my lil’ side ho
Drope referred to Cole being in the jail
You ain’t want me when I had two for five, ho