[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(E Nasty on the track)
(IGK, this crazy)
You know what the fuck goin' on

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Every time the bag land, I two step
I two step, I two step
Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step
Two step, look

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
Every time I get the bag, I two step
Purse first, go to work, if not, exit stage left
I see them Johnnies bust you, bitch, turn left
I hate when broke bitches yap, that's nervewracking
I have sticks in the mattress 'fore I even started rapping, look
She gon' slurp when I step 'cause I drip when I'm splashin'
I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin', so don't ask me
I ain't worried 'bout that bitch, she's so last week
Man's dance, two step, flu flam
When I hold the cannon, I need two hands
Diamonds schizophrenic, switchin' colors, having mood swings
Before you hit the field, lace your boots, tie your shoestrings
Knock knock, ding dong, who's that? Not me
Can't recall a time the club ever asked for ID
When I say I'm everything you need, bitch, that's no cap
I be tryna stay on rap shit, don't make me go back
I don't let n***as through the back, go on and close that
A hundred, let 'em hold that, the four-four a snubnose
That ain't what I brought today, the fully-auto compact
All my n***as cutthroat, long sticks, drumroll
Name a n***a out-rappin' me, that's impossible
[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Every time the bag land, I two step
I two step, I two step
Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step
Two step, two step
Every time I see my diamonds hit the lights, I two step
Two step, two step
Every time I see the stove, bust open (Ayy), two step (Mmm)
Two step (Bitch), two step

[Verse 2: Duffy]
Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step
Fifty-ball on my kit, a foreign whip, shit, what's next?
All these blues on me like I'm seawalking, two step
I be mud walkin', bitch, you better not spill my juice cup
Catch me on that backlock, I'm in your hood two steppin'
Why you never outside when it's time to hoop, n***a?
If the bitch don't get no chips, she gotta take a rain check
Hollow tips, these'll make a tough n***a tap dance
I just hit her, we got rhythm, now she two steppin' with me
I ain't on your type of time, I'm a few steps early
I just poured a deuce of Tris', got my double cup dirty
Sauced up, n***a pulled up in a Beamer, poles swervin'
To get through that back door, we two steppin', tiptoe
Bitch, I know I get dough, still in the field to get more
Since young n***as, had some bigger loafs than your big bro
It's gon' be a shit show if I let this bitch blow, ugh