2 Left Feet

[Intro] Revenge is sweet All I'll prove it to you You want it Revenge is sweet All I'll prove it to you, baby Revenge is sweet All I'll prove it to you You want it I'll show ya Yes, I will You see [Verse 1] That one-way trip, I foot it, it's Mr. Gun Wrench Pulled it off by the skin of my teeth, I had to push it To the limit, niggas playin' with that bag when you send it Comin' up shorter than Bushwick, all these broke niggas need some put wick Stepped on the work so good that it left a footprint Just ran out of baggies, we need another box of Good Sense It ain't no better place on Earth that we could've took this Why he be spendin' all his monеy tryna look rich? Cuttin' up a G-pack, name buzzin' on the T app Now all thesе bitches know a nigga just a dope dealer with some good dick Semi with a dual clip, could tell this ain't my first time He good at makin' words rhyme, I'm really with the bullshit Can fix it with a tool kit, a pistol was my first purchase Love was at the church service, reverend in the pulpit Sign on the gate said, "Beware of dog," niggas better keep away Now we put BTA, somethin' like a leather bullwhip [Chorus] Revenge is bittersweet 'cause I've been in the street hustlin' Can't walk a straight line for nothin', guess I got pigeon feet I still ain't missed a beat, this industry don't mean nothin' It's constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief Revenge is bittersweet, got a 23 with a button In the sleeve of my Louis Vuitton for when this shit get deep Revenge is bittersweet, but that's not even up for discussion It mentally got me blushin', been on a winnin' streak [Verse 2] When you cop it, your main bitch can't come It's like I got ninety-nine problems and a brick ain't one Had a insane run, don't want this shit if it's them same ones Playin' ball 'til the championship game won For them big-face huns, been ridin' dirty like my nickname Bun Shout to West V, I got love for the whole 681 When them ship crates come, I know where to get a fish plate from Down in the land of milk and honey where all the bricks A1 Niggas askin' when I'ma drop, but I got the big case drum I remember tellin' niggas, "Soon as my mixtape done" Represent H1, all my friends day ones If I never dropped out of Cooley, nigga probably could've been Trae Young Duckin' federales in that grape jumper, for the twenty-fifth straight summer Them niggas too broke to fix, they bums Stuff they said about me, how could they ever fix they gums? If you cut his tongue out his mouth, then his lips can't run That's Mafia [Chorus] Revenge is bittersweet 'cause I've been in the street hustlin' Can't walk a straight line for nothin', guess I got pigeon feet I still ain't missed a beat, this industry don't mean nothin' It's constant and repercussions, gotta learn to live with grief Revenge is bittersweet, got a 23 with a button In the sleeve of my Louis Vuitton for when this shit get deep Revenge is bittersweet, but that's not even up for discussion It mentally got me blushin', been on a winnin' streak [Outro] Revenge is sweet All I'll prove it to you You want it Revenge is sweet All I'll prove it to you, baby Revenge is sweet All I'll prove it to you You want it I'll show ya Yes, I will You see