2 Hand Touch

[Intro]
(Ayy, JayGotThePlug)
(Suburban Dude)
My nigga Jay
Do got the plug, though

[Chorus]
Yeah, I slide with the killers and scam with the geeks
Flew your bitch to Miami, had sex on the beach
Spent ten on a 'fit, but it's actually free
On stage with big B's like Sesame Street
I got tired of bein' broke, that never was me
She think I'm pressed, I cut her off, it's never that deep
Bitch pussy blew out, eleven to three
My dawg known for leavin' shit, I guess he a tree
I can teach a bitch the game, just bump into me
Call me Craig, got her in the store punchin' the pink
Got the neck from your bitch, I'm stuck to the seat
Bitch, mind your business, don't get whacked tryna jump in this beef

[Verse]
Skrrt, gotta chase this bitch
When they hit they lights, shit, I thought they was tryna race and shit
When I say them poles on us, we ain't takin' pics
See the red light, I still go like IceJJFish
They said thou shalt not steal, let me pray right quick
Doin' fraud, slidin' everywhere like my brakes ain't fixed
Catch a body, take a trip like Tay-K did
Lil' nigga ridin' big wheels, I'm a Bebe Kidd (You see me)
From the block to the yacht, bitch, we up now (Bitch, we up)
Made your bitch drive the boat like Spongebob (Ayy)
Hit one time, switcharoo, let G fuck now (G-Money)
Teletubbies, I be in the field to make my son smile
Keep the money that you owe me, I want blood now
You was just in here rollin', you a thug now?
Ass fat, stomach flat, I like 'em fun-sized
Picked her up and fucked her like Melvin while y'all son cried

[Chorus]
The mag on the seat
Flew your bitch to Miami, had sex on the beach (All night)
Spent ten on a 'fit, but it's actually free (Slide)
On stage with big B's like Sesame Street
I got tired of bein' broke, that never was me (That ain't me)
She think I'm pressed, I cut her off, it's never that deep (Fuck on, bitch)
Bitch pussy blew out, eleven to three
My dawg known for leavin' shit, I guess he a tree (Baow)
I can teach a bitch the game, just bump into me (Bump into me)
Call me Craig, got her in the store punchin' the pink (Craig)
Just got the neck from your bitch, I'm stuck to the seat (Glue)
Bitch, mind your business, don't get whacked tryna jump in this beef

[Outro]
Yeah, niggas look up to me
Niggas tellin' my whole life
In his words, niggas killin' me softly
These niggas killin' me (Niggas lame)
Naw, how these niggas dissin' and they fuckin' fans? (Fans)
Catch him lackin' while it's dark and I'ma up the can'
Put the spotlight on him, Jasmine Sullivan (I see you)
Nigga, you ain't goin' nowhere like the running man, hey (Come here)
Pass the bitch to my man so I can fuck her friend
You can't hang around the gang 'less we jump you in
Bitch, oops, I mean fuck you in
Nigga, ayy, bitch, what the fuck you sayin'? Nigga
Ayy, I don't need no fuckin' pen
Ayy
Ayy, bitch
No pen, no pad like two-hand touch
Nigga run up on me, I'ma get his mans touched