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