2 Tone

We gone blow, yeah, went from rags riches, we fuck the baddest bitches, now we pass the richest, and we pass them n!gg@s/

They ain't picture me like this, I always been a thousand
With 20K on my right wrist/
Oh I got um mad, I know my haters don’t like this
Flyer than a jet, they scared call it a flight risk/
Cash out on designer shoes, put um up and hardly wear it/
Bust down the plain jane, 2 tone cartier/
Everywhere I step they breaking necks, they use to hardly starе/
Swing a n!gg@ block we celebratе and have a party there/
Grown man thoughts to move away, but when I’m back in the city/
Drop it off I’m only coming for business/
My lil n!gg@ on the payroll, he tryna stack them racks to the ceiling/
Gone kill um all, and he ain’t gone stop till he finish/
If you ain’t heard about me, go do your research
Bitch I’m one of the realist/
So a thousand I’m like twenty times fifty/
I’ll kill um being humble, barely flex it depends how I’m feeling/
It’s whatever if you wit it I’m wit it/
I don’t see no competition, I’m a do the shit that you n!gg@s can’t/
Get so rich and try to grow me a bank/
My flex game strong, I step like Toyota and crank/
Get on my wave and watch how slowly it sank/
Watch how I shake the game, I’m tryna see 20 before 22/
You n!gg@s green my pockets filled with blue/
I’m 4PF lil baby like dougg but now where near 42/
Young n!gg@ I just do what it do/
Stayed down long enough, boy you can’t tell me that my time coming/
Playin with dem people, they even told wolph his time coming/
My main soldiers tell um to go, and he gone slide for me/
Running from my pass, tryna stay low but I can’t hide from it/