[Intro: Lil 2z]
Haha
Hey
Uh, uh
(Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, bitch)

[Chorus: Lil 2z]
I'm two-four like Kobe for real (For real)
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille (Hahaha)
Called a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill (Uh)
I said, "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is, let's be for real" (Huh?)
We givin' pressure for real (Okay)
N***a, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed (Get killed, bitch)
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like ew (Ew, bitch)
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real (Hahaha)
N***a, let's be for real

[Verse 1: Lil 2z]
I let 'em love the ho, I'm just gon' fuck the ho (Uh-huh)
Ungrateful broke bitches, I had enough of those (Ayy, fuck these hoes)
Chasin' blue bills like Lil 2z from Buffalo (Chasin' them)
I might cough in this smoke, but I won't ever duck it, though
Put that fire on your ass, make him stop, drop, and roll it (Bah)
You start talkin' too much and them cases unfold (Talk too much)
The load came the next week, but I already sold it
My third scale in a month, I keep breakin' them hoes (I keep breakin' them bitches)
When I'm weighin' shit up, it ain't weighin' no more (Huh?)
We came up, we don't stay on Lynnhaven no more (Huh?)
I'ma love you for you, what you fakin' it for? (Huh?)
Fuck the shit out my hoes and they hate when I go
Fuck the shit out my hoes, grab a plate when I go (Haha)
2 got enough smoke for your lungs and your throat
It ain't done 'til they tie down a tag on his toe (On a toe)
And I'm two-four like Kobe if you n***as ain't know
[Chorus: Lil 2z & Quin NFN]
I'm two-four like Kobe for real (Ayy)
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille (Ayy)
Called a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill (Haha)
I said, "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is, let's be for real" (Huh?)
We givin' pressure for real (Ayy)
N***a, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed (Get killed, bitch)
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like ew (Ew, bitch)
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real (Yeah, yeah)
N***a, let's be for real (Huh)

[Verse 2: Quin NFN]
Let's be for real, n***a play 'round with 2z while Quin in the cut, n***a must be on cocaine
Young n***a fucked up the streets with that heat at fifteen, now I'm grown, eatin' steak and some lo mein (Steak and some lo mein)
Label just threw me a whole half a ticket, the fuck I'ma suit up and beef with a no-name? (Haha)
You better check when the door ring
Bro up a ticket and he ain't got no chain (He ain't got no chain)
Now when I pop out, you gotta see me (See me)
Ball like I'm CP (Damn), she givin' Nene (Haha)
I tried to leave her, she tryna keep me (She on it)
He only be street when he on the PC (Dumbass)
My diamonds bust hard, I'm rockin' VV (VVS)
Ain't talkin' airsoft, but I'm rockin' BB (Pew-pew, pew-pew-pew)
I probably picked up the bag every time that you see me
'Cause I'm chasin' green like it's kiwi (Hah)
[Chorus: Lil 2z]
I'm two-four like Kobe for real (For real)
We was just in the trap servin' blocks like Shaquille (Hahaha)
Called a bitch to the crib, she just wanted to chill (Uh)
I said, "Nah, baby girl, this ain't what that is, let's be for real" (Huh?)
We givin' pressure for real (Okay)
N***a, eat or get ate and go kill or get killed (Get killed, bitch)
Leave his brains on the floor, leave him lookin' like ew (Ew, bitch)
They can walk on the beat, but we walk down for real (Hahaha)
N***a, let's be for real