TWO O’NINE

[Intro]
Fucked up, fucked up

[Verse 1]
Real is the real, tie like guerilla, we glow
Bitches ain't sick in they throat
They fum in the fight shit
On this summer, called it nice shit

[Hook]
Fucked up, we get fucked up on some life shit
That white shit
Flicked inside my cup but full of Sprite mix

[Verse 2]
Fam, I need helping, helping hand
I don't know if I can stand
Mommy and daddy shit like, "nigga, call me"
Bitch, I'm [?]

[Hook]
Fucked up, we get fucked up on some life shit
That white shit
Filled inside my cup and full of Sprite mix

[Verse 3]
Monte and d'ago, yuh (Yuh)
Italy's finest, tryna step on my [?]
It's low for a nigga (Ya dig)
Tryna get blow for a nigga, a "no" for a nigga
What do I need to do to show you it's cool
We do this shit after school, we call it a "try me", uh (Try me)
Cover my lows and throw 'em behind me, uh
Mama told me get home at eleven
Shit, it's two 'o nine, I'm tripping
Take a shroom or two, you might feel the difference
Nah, I'm chilling
Why is you bitching?
I ain't a bitch
Just listen

[Verse 4]
Loafing with my crew, we smoking pack
Told my dad I'm through, but shoot
They just killed my brodie, hate the feel of the truth
That shit burns, so I burn some sage and marinate one [?]
Look at the view, [?]
Police pull up, we confused, dumping our jewels
They showing off tools and shit
[?]

[Outro]
Fucked up, fucked up
Aye, what's up, nigga, welcome to LA