2ToofBoyz

[Verse 1: Ouija Macc]
Let them tutti fruttis say what they gon' say for recreation
While we drip the swag from toof awake a sleeping generation
I ain't worried bout nobody but my faction cause the facts is that a fraction of the passion we got gon' through your ass
And yet they asking why the fucc we sound the way we sound
But talk to someone on my blocc and you would swear I was around
All these motherfuccas front like we ain't cultivate a style
You was hating on the toof but oh you listen to us now
Pow! pow! getcho bitch ass on the ground
We looking at all the bitch up in your blood its raining out
Get our motherfuccin' name up out your motherfuccin' mouth
I know its hard cause we the toof and yeah we all up in the mouf

[Hook: (Choir Boy) & Ouija Macc]
(Now who them crackas taking over the game like an invasion)
This side they be hating
That side
(they be faking)
But in the middle we stay calm
(we just drop bombs)
Mad cause we hail from
(West Harlem)
Its just two toof boys in a Cadillac
Its just two toof boys in a Cadillac

[Verse 2: Choir Boy]
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