2 Days

[Intro] (Turn me up 40) (Beats by YodaYae) [Chorus: The Game & Kevin Gates] Them bodies start smellin’ after two days Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J’s No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it’s too late Hold it down no matter what Juggin’, tryna double up Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied It’s raining’ bullets outside, label me a murder [?] [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Lift up his shirt, underarms musty, dirty and disgusting You could call me, I’m right on location Hop out and I’m thuggin’ We can’t argue, I don’t do no fussin’, that shit lead to scuffin’ Been retarted, don’t accept the sorry Play me, we gon’ touch ‘em Mazi’ foreign, I’ma change that Play with this shit, push his brains back I’ma wet up the spot, where they bang at? Thirty two in the Glock, I’ma slang that Bitch, I’m the one, I’m the man, I’ma claim that Cut a top off the block, we gon’ slang back When I up, leave his face where his chain at I’ma post on the block where my gang at Police come in the house without using’ a warrant I fuck off for a week then I count up a hundred When they raidin’ the block, no surrender, I run it Go to jail, I won’t pick up the phone, how I’m comin’ I’ma stick ‘em up [?] I’m an eight in a six ‘cause I came up from nun I’ma run up that money, a pendant, I’m floodin’ Nigga, play ain’t no waitin’, you know I’ma buss it [Chorus: The Game & Kevin Gates] Them bodies start smellin’ after two days Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J’s No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it’s too late Hold it down no matter what Juggin’, tryna double up Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied It’s raining’ bullets outside, label me a murder [?] [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Convicted felon with guns, got bodies under my belt I ain’t miss a lick of sleep, I play the cards I was dealt Stand on ten, I hit the streets, Chicago, I flew the [?] I can go in any jail and well, I got respect Monster show ya, I’ma soldier, from the shoulders of the tec I control it, big ole boulders just was scored from my connect Hopin’ out, liver full of them bars Slippin’, hit ‘em, put ‘em up with his broad In the kitchen cookin’ [?] jars Soft melt, bubble back into hard H mixin [?] in the four All black, flip a brick of the tar Light brown, [?] the boy Out of town, send a blitz and it spark Bing, baow, hit the bitch in the arm In traffic while he whippin’ a foreign Sit down, nigga don’t get alarmed Fifty rounds out the clip, I’m retarted [Chorus: The Game & Kevin Gates] Them bodies start smellin’ after two days Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J’s No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it’s too late Hold it down no matter what Juggin’, tryna double up Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied It’s raining’ bullets outside, label me a murder [Verse 3: The Game] My momma ain’t gon’ sell me out She’ll die before she do it She a gangster like her son, she let me drop behind the Buick Let me skip school for them packs She ain’t feel no way about it Twelve knockin’ at the door “Your son home?” She say “I doubt it” Hit a few licks in two days, for new fits and new J’s Had two techs and two K’s That boot pourin’ like Kool-Aid, hoe I’m thuggin’ Fifty round decapitate a nigga while he doin’ the Blocboy I ask Weezy, told ‘em Slim baby since Juvenile been a Hot Boy Hammer on a nigga two times, one Glock, one four-five clean (Turn me up 40) Like a [?] I’m about to show shine Rollie on me, so you know I do time Too legit to quit, fuck twelve Thirteen left in the clip, fourteen Tahoe Fifteen minutes ‘fore another bitch stuff a brick