2 lyrics

[Intro]
Boy, you're a lot of fun

[Chorus]
New thousand, new thousand
I made a few thousand
He tryna work I told him "[?] 'bout two-thousand"
Two-thousand, two-thous'
I got a few thous'
Shootin' Hail Marys, just like I was 2Pac
Shot to the head, all it take is 'bout two shots
One ain't enough, so you know I got two Glocks
Glockies, they got me, at yo' head is two dots
You say I'm broke, I'm like "How much do you got?"
How much do you got? I'm talkin' 'bout moolah
b*tches gon' see me stunt, they say "Oh la"
She want the wood, ain't talkin' 'bout [?]
Shot through the scope, came out the Madula
Out the Madula, it go through yo' brain, b*tch
If you survive then you won't be the same, b*tch
She let me crack and I don't know her name, b*tch
Finna up fye like a motherf*ckin' flame, b*tch
Let me go to your domain, I just birth you
n*gga just talkin', I'm ready to hurt you
n*ggas be young as sh*t hatin' on me
n*gga, go home 'cause it is your curfew
My bro [?], that n*gga might curse you
Up that elixir it's finna burn you
Flow so sick, I think I'm gettin' the bird flu
Can't blow up right away, patience a virture
[Verse]
Patience a virtue, I'm still going up though
Cuttin' of n*ggas, they always some f*ck hoes
n*gga keep flexin' his cash and flexin' his [?]
n*gga, I don't even want those
What do you want, hoe?
Keep it a buck, hoe
If you want beef then get kicked like a punk, hoe
What do you want, hoe?
Keep it a buck, hoe
I cannot stand you, get punished like judge, hoe

[Chorus]
New thousand, new thousand
I made a few thousand
He tryna work I told him "[?] 'bout two-thousand"
Two-thousand, two-thous'
I got a few thous'
Shootin' Hail Marys, just like I was 2Pac
Shot to the head, all it take is 'bout two shots
One ain't enough, so you know I got two Glocks
Glockies, they got me, at yo' head is two dots
You say I'm broke, I'm like "How much do you got?"
How much do you got? I'm talkin' 'bout moolah
Bit-b*tches gon' see me stunt, they say "Oh la"
She want the wood, ain't talkin' 'bout [?]
Shot through the scope, came out the Madula
Out the Madula, it go through yo' brain, b*tch
If you survive then you won't be the same, b*tch
She let me− shhh and I don't know her name, b*tch
Finna up fye like a motherf*ckin' flame, b*tch
Let me go to your domain, I just birth you
n*gga just talkin', I'm ready to hurt you
n*ggas be young as sh*t hatin' on me
n*gga, go home 'cause it is your curfew
My bro [?], that n*gga might curse you
Up that elixir it's finna burn you
Flow so sick, I think I'm gettin' the bird flu
Can't blow up right away, patience a virture
[Outro]
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