2X lyrics

[Verse 1:RODEOGLo]
Running for the guap, b*tch, I cannot get enough
And I'm counting up, n*ggas cannot stand us
Know I'm high as f*ck n*gga, cannot standup
Jugg a n*gga guap, run up on yo mans bruh
These n*ggas be all on my di*k they be a fan bruh
Countin' up hella checks, where yo bands bro?
Countin' up hella checks, where yo bands? Coun- coun- bro?
Countin' up hella checks, where yo ban- n*gga- ban-
n*gga worse, started praying, what I tell yah?
Jugg you for the Glock, ran out with a stain yuhh
Big gun in my hand so you know I'm tucked
n*ggas cannot be 'round me, you's a f*cking joke
I got my swag up, n*gga, it's your f*cking turn
I got a 40 with a Glock, n*gga dumb as hell
n*gga ain't know me but I do not give a f*ck, nah
I'm smoking the blunt like it wasn't f*cking nothing, yah
They life is really nothing, but just know they be my sons, yah
Talking bout some beef, then I hop out with a gun, yah

[Verse 2: Universe]
n*gga try to test me, you cannot im- (_-gun, yah_)
n*gga try to tes- (_-gun, yah_)
Ni- (_-gun, yah_)
n*gga try to test me, you cannot impress me
n*gga, back down, we know you not gon' finesse me
Why'd yo b*tch text me?
You can let her rest-
I learned how to rap- why'd yo-
-why'd yo b*tch text me?
[?], I'mma get my sh*t done- done
Ho, you a little pus*y, better run
Now your face tatted, always tryna look so stunned
Now everyone's getting up, what, you looking for the sun?
Not one;
But two Glocks aiming at you bruh
You don't even smoke none
You so dumb
Callin' out on yo face, tatted like a f*cking bum
Got you looking so sunk
I just let it pump
Smoking on this gas pack, now this sh*t got me slumped