1, 2 lyrics

[Hook]:
I woke up to a chopper and a ocean view
I been hit the pot with the one two
I shot yo man but n*gga I wanted you
n*ggas act tough til them 2 3's under you
Wear your rest in peace shirt we’ll make fun of you
Keep a 100 rounds n*gga what the f*ck you gonna do
Just want a big house with a swimming pool
All these hoes on my di*k but that’s what they tend to do
n*gga had ten bricks but I turned that sh*t into two
n*ggas know not to play Q I keep a tool
You a fetty wait when I shoot, hit the spin move
556 hit his head and his chest
n*gga blamin probation you scared of prison
Real shooters for life man them boys too official
Told yo b*tch it ain’t real unless she get my initials

[Verse 1]:
You know this beat by Dolan
I keep a 30 its poking
Ima watch him all week if that n*gga holding
That’s playing foul man them n*ggas holding
b*tch I stay in my lane like a n*gga bowling
Pulled up in that push a n*gga no more rover
Pint of high tech n*gga need more soda
You not a real shooter n*gga you a poser
Ass so fat hands slipped they can’t hold it
b*tch I’m bussing off the molly so I really can’t hold it
Lemme hold a hundred pounds hell yeah I’m gone hold it
Ima pack up Q Da Fool gon hit the road with it
Uhhh can’t hold it
Uh can’t fold with it
Too turnt up can’t no label own it
Can't hang with these rappers they phony
[Hook]:

[Verse 2]:
15 I dropped out of school, n*gga i was holding
Me and lil ma pulled a hundred moves, yea thats my soldier
A rat don’t gotta face so how can I trust a n*gga
Instead of talking man id rather just bust a n*gga
I always get locked when I hang with a bunch n*ggas
Thats why these days Q da fool be like f*ck a n*gga
A whole lotta money yo b*tch wanna suck a n*gga
Rich shooters we can’t hang with no sucka n*ggas
? cause he thought I was f*ckin with him
Put the gang together just like a puppet picture
b*tches suspicious yea this a rollie figure
Gotta thin line n*gga just like im fishing
If you owe me money, my hood you better not visit
All my n*ggas from prison

[Hook]:
I woke up to a chopper and a ocean view
I been hit the pot with the one two
I shot yo man but n*gga I wanted you
n*ggas act tough til that 2 3 under you
Wear your rest in peace shirt we’ll make fun of you
Keep a 100 rounds n*gga what the f*ck you gonna do
Just want a big house with a swimming pool
All these hoes on my di*k but that’s what they tend to do
n*gga had ten bricks but I turned that sh*t into two
n*ggas know not to play Q I keep a tool
You a fetty wait when I shoot, hit the spin move
556 hit his head and his chest
n*gga blamin probation you scared of my pistol
Real shooters for life man them boys too official
Told yo b*tch it ain’t real unless she get my initials