2X

[Verse]
Sippin' that lean better with your bitch
Swear she a fiend, begging for the dick
I’m at the peak header of the list
I’m doing me, let them get the jist
I’ll make his cheek meet a nigga fist
Beyblade, I pull that shit back and I rip
I like my bread and my lettuce with chips
Blue stacking, bitch, I ain't banging with Crip
No, you can’t stay bitch, go find you a Lyft
Don’t try to sneak diss thinking you slick
I grab that heat quick, empty the clip
She on my meat, bitch, get off my tip
You stuck on hoes I done already hit
Currency magnet, that all that I get
Drop that façade, boy, you just a bitch
I got my rod, I ain't missing shit
When I’m in the ring I can’t lose
Bitch, there ain’t no option
They tryna steal my sauce
Had to put my kids up for adoption
I don't even care bout the cost
If I like that shit, on God I’m copping
I can get you knocked out quick
We both know I ain't talking boxing
Bitch, I’m the name of the town
Hoe pull my pants down, dick slangin' around
Got a big ass clip with your name on the round
TikTok niggas want fame on a sound
My plug bless, cop came with a pound
Don’t back down, bitch, claim what you bout
You can be up, we still taking you down
Infinity shots means infinity rounds (Gang, gang)

[Verse 2]
What you wanna do, lil' nigga?
Get your hoe passed right alley-oop, lil' nigga
Back then, I was just a rude ass nigga
Fast forward, now it's times two that nigga
Track meet your bitch, ran through that nigga
Boy, you can’t shoot where the hoop at, nigga?
Don’t have no relatives fucking with me
Wouldn’t wanna lose that nigga, yeah
Gang, I’m at his neck, button tie (Gang)
Bitch, I’m up and you cannot say otherwise (Gang)
I put dick in her tummy, no butterfly (Gang)
Lyrics heating the room like it’s summertime
Man, you kissing and loving all over this bitch
Meanwhile she’s fucking another guy
Man, that’s lowkey gay
I do not sleep, I'm up all day
Don’t try to creep, I’ll up that Kay
You can come test if this shit is a prop if you wanna
Stack up my bread, that’s a everyday comma
How about we fight, I don’t like drama
Got your bitch rolling my marijuana
Chop want a meal, call that bitch Jeffery Dahmer
Send me the beat, on God Ima slaughter
She said I'm that nigga
I'm like, “Tell me some shit I don’t know!”
Finger on that trigger
Make a pussy nigga backdown from Gunsmoke
Said you got them funds nigga back that up
Where the fuck your funds go?
Yeah I might be him
Promise you that I'm farthest from the one though

[Outro]
How many times I gotta tell these niggas I am not the one?
Not the one to play with, not the one to step by
Not the one to cross nigga, all that shit
Uh, gang
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!)