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CeeTwo

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Mmm, you know who the f*ck it is, nigga
It's C-2
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
I got about four Glocks up on me  in this bitch right now

Your ass could try to play some games, you gon' have shots up in your car
Might as well call the Glock Mike Tyson the way it hit you in yo jaw
Okay, okay, and I ain't worried about no hoe
She probably fuckin' on my boys

Alright, if you niggas in the city, why the f*ck y'all always hiding
And all this motion that we're having, just watch, it'll blow your mind
T.D. asking , do i wan kill em , bullets , ripping out his spine
And you could think about putting the chase up, you niggas won't ' cross the line

Uh-huh, yeah, we outside and we smacking shit for real
This opp hoe text my phone, she love me tryna figure if it's real
I know these niggas ain't ready to kill, I know these niggas ain't ready to drill
Nigga was a quarterback, I guess he's tryna hop up in the Real Friend

Uh, in the Real Friend
Nigga was a quarterback, I guess he's tryna hop up in the Real Field
Yeah, get your shit picked off, roun hea niggah
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on

I got about four Glocks upon you in this bitch right now
Your ass could try to play some games, you gon' have shots up in your car
Might as well call the Glock Mike Tyson the way it hits ya jaw
Okay, okay, and I ain't worried about no hoe, she probably fuckin' on my boys

And I can't wait till the day we meet, I'll probably send your ass to God
I got Lil' T.D. ridin' around all night with the Roys
Imma have you  thinkin' this shit, madden , the way I send this fuckin' blitz
And you don't wanna get your hoe involved, cause I'ma f*ck your bitch

I see that it's 3 a.m. on the clock,  feel like
I've been in the stu all day on lockdown
Got so much purple in this bitch, Li Keb  pourin' in my styrofoam
F*ck, she keep callin' my phone, I'm probably not even gon' make it home

Mm-mm, probably can't make it home
Stupid hoe tryna set me up so bad, she left her fuckin' ringer on
Oh, yeah, left her ringer on
Stupid hoe tryna set me up

I got bout four Glocks up on me in this bitch right now
Your ass could try to play some games, you gon' have shots up in your car
Might as well call the Glock Mike Tyson the way it hit ya in yo jaw
Okay, okay, and I ain't worried about no hoe , she probably fuckin' on my boys

Ridin' around with so much smoke, you can't even fill up all these Gars
We usin' Glocks, no more we usin' choppas, these niggas li boys
inhaling ' all this fuckin' smoke, we tryna send one to the Lord
Bullets rippin' out through his face, Got, him lookin' and seein' stars

And I say I can't let them niggas take me
Okay, and I pray I don't catch him in the city
Cause when I spray, you know li Chene comin' at me
Ain't Sparin' no type of, I'm prayin' they run up on me

Mm, they run up on me
No, no, no, no, they ain't run up on me
Yeah, you know who the f*ck it is, nigga
It's C2

And when I spray, you know li Chene comin' at me
Ain't sprayin' no type of, I'm prayin' they run up on me
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

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