Gear 2

Uh huh, uh, uh huh uh huh, uh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh, uh huh uh huh, uh, uh huh
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh, yeah yeah yeah, huh uh
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh, hmm-mmm (Go)

I get racks, they get put
On his head, head, yeah, yeah
Shoot you, I can't miss, boy you dead, yeah
Yeah she gon' fuck with you, then
Fuck the opps, she fed, yeah
I had to go two-tone all my thots, mmm
They black and red
Ooh ooh, he can't make his shot
That boy brick instead
Ooh ooh, I don't want her talk, told her
"Give me head"
Ooh, we don't really wanna box
We got box of lead (Grah, grah)
If I take off on the cops
They not catchin' shit

How the fuck that nigga verified
If he poor as hell?
How the fuck that nigga so damn lame
But look cool as hell?
How the fuck that nigga not gon' shoot
But posting with shells?
His ho wanna fuck, finna call my troops
'cause we take no Ls
If my partners get locked up
I'ma pay they bail
Say she like the way I act, man
That ho know I'm chill
I was sippin' Acky' Acky' 'til I fuckin' fell
That ho cannot lock me up, this is not a jail
Do that shit, uh, huh, do that shit, uh
I guess it's about the time for
Me to give 'em hell think he joking
Cracked his ass like I'm Dave Chappelle
Hollow tip will catch up to him
Like a kiss and tell
Told myself I wasn't gon' do it to 'em
Had to get in there
My ex wanna blow up my DM, girl
I just wish you cared i feel like Lil Uzi, I
Could stand on my money, yeah
She so nasty, I put my dick in her tummy
Yeah wrapped in fashion from head to
Toe like a mummy, yeah
I be gassin' when I'm out
In public, I'm a dummy, yeah
In the cut with two on
Two, opps get to running, yeah
No, baby girl
I'm not that nigga that's gon' be there
(Ooh, ooh)
She like my flow, she like my hair
Walk out that door, girl, I don't care
How she 1D? She one-sided
It ain't fair, ooh, ooh
How these lil' niggas ain't solid?
It ain't there, ooh, ooh
Yeah, that chopper fuckin' beating
Like a snare, uh, uh
They steady bitin' all my shit
Ain't got no heir, uh, uh
She want some Dior kicks, I bought
That ho two pairs, uh, uh
She want my guap and she thinking I'ma share
Uh uh (Uh, uh)

If she ask me if I love her, I told her no
Can't go out like I'm no sucker
Can't go like y'all (Y'all, yeah, I)

I get racks, they get put
On his head, head, yeah, yeah
Shoot you, I can't miss, boy you dead, yeah
Yeah she gon' fuck with you, then
Fuck the opps, she fed, yeah
I had to go two-tone all my thots, mmm
They black and red
Ooh ooh, he can't make his shot
That boy brick instead
Ooh ooh, I don't want her talk, told her
"Give me head"
Ooh, we don't really wanna box
We got box of lead (Grah, grah)
If I take off on the cops
They not catchin' shit (Grah)

If I spin up on his block, then we ripping it
I'm never dating none of these thots
They my enemies
She just wanna be in all my space
She won't let me breathe okay, okay
Okay, okay, yeah