Two Twelve Subwoofer lyrics

[Verse 1: Saliva Grey]
It's that
Grey boy dripping up heavy with the vomit
Way I f*ck the game keep ya flesh up in my pocket
Cleaning up all this pus*y it's a shame I had to mop it
Then I'm gon' c*ck it, fill it with toppings, all my phallus into yo noggin yuh
Spitting that Grey Saliva old flow
Dripping it way up in ya ear holes
Gripping that dutch it's fulla' indo
Sipping that juice up with the gin though
Eat the pus*y pink, slurping up on her lemonade
Fill the f*cking sink j*rking up on my f*cking shween
I'm gonna paint the walls all over with ya membrane
I'm gonna spank ya moms f*cking up on my sex swing
Busting through her lip 'bout to give her the medusa
Used to f*ck b*tches in the PT Cruiser
Making bodies shake, two 12" sub woofer
You can find that K all in my boogers

[Verse 2: 99Zed]
Stomping out the mud with the clique
I keep my circle small 'cause I don't f*ck with counterfeits
I'm in the studio, so get the f*ck up off my di*k
I'm on my own wave so go and do your own sh*t
I'm on cloud ninety-nine, b*tch, I'ma float away
Only love one ho and her name is "Mary Jane"
Ninety-nine blunts rolled and I'ma smoke 'em to the face
Then roll a hundred more 'cause all you mothaf*ckas fake
It's us against the world, so get the f*ck up out the way
You paying for your plays
Everything you do is fake
We get it on our own so we got no more time to waste
A hundred eighty-seven bodies laying on display
I'm a bad mothaf*cka with a fat di*k
Swing it in the functions while I'm smoking on some cat p*ss
These b*tches think they bad, but to me they kinda average
I'ma head out grab a whip it then I crack it
(Stupid b*tch)