2x Times lyrics

by

Pasto Flocco


[Intro]
(Ayo, Brick Brick)

[Chorus]
Don't trip 'cause we gotta lose the mula
And this sh*t in my blood like the whoosah
I don't f*ck with y'all n*ggas, y'all blew-mind
Need that AMG coupe for a smooth ride
G-40 on me with a blue light
Like Fredo, I'm f*ckin' her two times
Finna link with my shooter at midnight
f*ck his ho, now he mad 'cause I hit right
Sippin' drank too fast, now it's night-night
Had a lil' bit of Henny, now it's fight night
Then we shot his ass up, now he tie-dye
Smoke exotic weed, it got my mind right
Got a thot and she givin' me mind, right

[Verse]
I'ma f*ck on that b*tch when the tone ring
But I ain't tryna be up in her highlights
Told the b*tch be free, it's now my life
I won't beef, he get cut like some Five Guys
Finna f*ck a lil' b*tch from opps side
Ain't tappеd in? Know that I'm mob-tied
Always that n*gga when I'm outside
I know y'all n*ggas likе di*k-riding
Got the ho from your head, 'cause her lips red
They want my swag they been tryin'
Put on for your team, stop bench riding
Call me Chef Boyar-P, I'ma keep fryin'
We gon' straighten 'em up like a T-line
She Latina, I know by her V-line

[Chorus]
Don't trip 'cause we gotta lose the mula
And this sh*t in my blood like the whoosah
I don't f*ck with y'all n*ggas, y'all blew-mind
Need that AMG coupe for a smooth ride
G-40 on me with a blue light
Like Fredo, I'm f*ckin' her two times
Finna link with my shooter at midnight
f*ck his ho, now he mad 'cause I hit right
Sippin' drank too fast, now it's night-night
Had a lil' bit of Henny, now it's fight night
Then we shot his ass up, now he tie-dye
Smoke exotic weed, it got my mind right
Got a thot and she givin' me mind, right

[Verse]
I'ma f*ck on that b*tch when the tone ring
But I ain't tryna be up in her highlights
Told the b*tch be free, it's now my life
I won't beef, he get cut like some Five Guys
Finna f*ck a lil' b*tch from opps side
Ain't tapped in? Know that I'm mob-tied
Always that n*gga when I'm outside
I know y'all n*ggas like di*k-riding
Got the ho from your head, 'cause her lips red
They want my swag they been tryin'
Put on for your team, stop bench riding
Call me Chef Boyar-P, I'ma keep fryin'
We gon' straighten 'em up like a T-line
She Latina, I know by her V-line
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