TwoTone

[Part I]

[Chorus]
What you wanna order, baby?
Go ahead, do what you want, what you wanna call it, baby?
Pull up with that two tone glick, that's that 40, baby
She like "Neph, you changed, Neph, you goin' Two Tone"
Feel like OJ Juiceman with two phones
Girl I need my [?] right now, so leave me alone
Walk off in that bitch and talk my shit, did it on my own
She like "I thought you was Ben Ballin'," girl, I'm Too Tuff Tone

[Verse 1]
Girl, I'm goin' through these withdrawals right now, leave me alone
I up this glick, that bitch gon' spit, sound like it's Layzie Bone
She like "Where the hell you been and when the hell you comin' home?"
Bangin' on a bitch, not bout to argue on no phone
Yeah, not right now, girl, leave me alone
Tell that boy to fuck off with that [?] shit on my phone
Bean wearing off, bae, I need another dose
Opps did what? Shit, they ain't comin' close

[Chorus]
What you wanna order, baby?
Go ahead, do what you want, what you wanna call it, baby?
Pull up with that two tone glick, that's that 40, baby
She like "Neph, you changed, Neph, you goin' Two Tone"
Feel like OJ Juiceman with two phones
Girl I need my [?] right now, so leave me alone
Walk off in that bitch and talk my shit, did it on my own
She like "I thought you was Ben Ballin'," girl, I'm Too Tuff Tone

[Verse 2]
I got [?] in my system, driving fast, I can't quit
Bitch, I pulled up seven Ps, nah, you can't get a zip
My bitch bad as shit and slim thick
More New York hats than a neighborhood Crip
Yeah, they like "Neph, you on some shit"
Pardon me right now, baby, I'm Ben Ballin' like a bitch
Yeah, run that back, make it make sense
Do what I do how I do what I do and I do what I do in this bitch

[Interlude]
She like "When you gonna go home?"
Girl, I got a couple licks, Neph ain't bout to prolong
Baby, I ain't bout to prolong
Uhh!

[Part II]

[Verse]
Came with the glick, gotta watch everybody
Takin' a toll, had to quit with the molly
Meet you up front, better call somebody
I'm not the one, hell nah, you can't play with me
Mama told me "Son, you nothin' to play with"
Opps even know that I ain't nothin' to play with
Broke-ass bum-ass [?], can't lay with it
Locked in the bean, did a bid, ain't say shit
Who gon' be there when it get hard?
Prayed to my money rag, not God
Up that git five, let it off
Used to have neck braids like "Set It Off"
Niggas be cornball, Kellogg's
Sharpshooter, on point, head off
Phone ring, go to Sonic Hedgehog
Hit a lick, me and the team well off
I cannot quit what I'm doing
Do what I do, I ain't pickin' and choosin'
You see me do what? It's illusion
Stick gon' stand up like a broomstick
Hit a lick, stay down, can't tell nobody
Boy rappin' bout robbin', ain't robbed nobody
Back on the wall, can't call nobody
Boy still in the house, he don't know nobody
Get in my groove when the bean kick in
My bitch the baddest I seen this year
Summertime come, invest Moncler
Don't mention my day ones, they not here
Nigga still broke and he ain't comin' out
Can't argue with a nigga who runnin' at the mouth
Put more work in than words come out my mouth
Stay down in the trap till the sun come out
Swear to God, I wish the liquor store was open
Got kicked out the trap, they ain't meet the quota
Audi look like it's ridin' on floaters
Swear I hate the words "Neph, where you goin'?"
Fuck talkin' bout plannin', go do it
Big Neph book a flight and get to it
Elbow the work, black and blue it
You showin' that gun, you ain't gon' shoot it
Strongarm a nigga, take all his work
Money come first, then the hate second
They love you when you broke, that's a blessing
You get money, they hatin' and checkin'
New shoes ain't got no creases
I'll block a bitch and delete her
She like "What time is it, you still doin' features?"
Five in the morning, doin' beat placements
I'll bust a opp head till the white meat
Guess what, bitch? Brainstorm made this beat
I should tell Brainstorm to loop the beat
Brainstorm like "Nah, don't loop the beat"
I'm still thinkin' I should loop the beat
Till I'm dead, I'mma loop the beat
I don't slap niggas for clout on TV
Will Smith slapped Chris Rock, not me
If I was Will, I woulda slapped Jada Pinkett
They woulda cancelled me fuckin' with these bitches
1-800-Slap-A-Bitch-Not-These-Niggas
I woulda shot Chris Rock, not slapped him
If Jada was his bitch, she shoulda jumped in
Bitch, jump your bald head-ass in
Somebody tell Chris Rock call my phone
Give me two million, Will Smith'll be gone