2 Headed Reindeer

[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

[Verse 1: TrDee]
Walkin' out the bank, green on me, bitch, I'm Grinched up (Green on me)
Heard brodie gave you the shot, but you bitched up (You a ho)
You'll never hear that TrDee went and switched up (Never)
You can ask these niggas who the hottest, they gon' list us (ShittyBoyz)
Wake up and get to it, niggas sleepin' while I'm chasin' M's
Pull up to the trenches, bitch, you might just find some hidden gems (Pull up)
I don't never care about the score 'cause I know we gon' win (I know)
You can't even tell me that you up if you can't show me ten

[Verse 2: Brezden]
Pussy, you could tell me that you up, are you really, though? (Are you really?)
Your bitch in here shakin' at the hips like a Philly ho (Goddamn)
If you don't think that Brez gettin' bands, you a silly ho
He get a band, then brodie in your bush in a ghillie coat
Lyrics worth a bil', more game than Gillie know
Plug from Guatemala, first name Emilio
Bitch from Guatemala, snuck in with the green card
Bitch work at the 'telly, sneakin' in with a key card

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Bitch got her a nigga, but she fuckin' undercover (Damn)
I'll pull up with that chopstick and make that bitch stutter
Like I be on top of roofs, you know I got it from the gutter (I did)
Damn, I thought that y'all was gang, why y'all tellin' on each other? (Why?)
Damn, I wanna see you up, how you don't wanna do the same?
I'll fuck around and pop you, why you lyin' on my name?
You be goin' for the tie and I be tryna win the game
Only smokin' top shelf, I be higher than a plane

[Verse 4: Brezden]
I be higher than a plane, shit, I feel like I can steer
Have her wet like the rain, but I ain't callin' your bitch dear (Reindeer)
Yeah, your trap in a drought, damn
It's like Christmas, 'cause he only seein' 'bows once a year
Blowin' O's, went from nicks to the 'bows like the quarterback (Bo Nix)
Cookies in the blunt, I fill the 'Wood up with some Fortune pack
Santa Claus, I pull up with the hoes and an enormous bag (Pullin' up)
Boy, I'm fuckin' tens, you touch on bitches with ginormous backs

[Verse 5: TrDee]
She throw it back like Thursday, I hit the bitch on Wednesday, though (Damn)
Pass the bitch to gang, yeah, we call this here a give-and-go (Here you go)
Talkin' like he John Wick, but he ain't got no pistol, though (Shut up)
You can try to slide if you want, we gon' flip that ho (Swear to God)

[Verse 6: Brezden]
Hit you with a missile, fuck a toe, won't kick, no dojo (No)
How she draggin' on my dick, the bitch Komodo (She a dragon)
Pockets all blue, I'm a star like the Sixers' logo (All blue)
Spend five on a 'fit, won't flick a photo (Spend five)