2.2 lbs

[Intro]

Where we at? (Detroit City live)

Bo Jackson (The big Creature way, what else?)

Let's get it (Mafia)

Uh (227)

[Chorus]

2.2 pounds, I had to Louis V the apron

From the same hometown as Miss Aretha Franklin

Boy, you can’t put your strap down or they gon' leave you stinking

Quick to lay the smackdown when niggas need a spanking

2.2 pounds in blocks, you know we lead the nation

2.2 pounds, respect, no Aretha Franklin

2.2 pounds, couldn't let these niggas leave me stinking

2.2 pounds (Ayy, let’s get it)

[Verse]

You know I live for the love of the street

'Ll kill for my brother Jariq, them quails ain't comin' from Greecе

Took off the whole summer, spеnt a couple months on the beach

My block a fish fry, was ten when I jumped in the grease

F&N in my Slim Fits up under my fleece

For niggas tryna snatch the ground from right up under my feet

Thanking God for every day he wake me up from my sleep

I could be rottin' in a cage, I could be restin' in peace

Takin' time out my day to spread the love with my peeps

What if my BM was Tasha? What if my son was Tariq?

What if my missus was Ang and undercover police?

What if my right hand was Tommy and it's a gun in my reach?

Shit, if it was, then I’d have Weston bring one through

Benny rollin’ with me, so, shit, now that's three guns drew

Any time I’m in a jam and can't come up with the right ends, I ask myself, "What would 'Chine Gun do?"

Two-steppin' on the blow, I got a mean one-two

He rollin’ with a snitch, that must mean that he one too

Heard it's some money on my head, but when it's all said and done, I ain't done yet, so just make sure he refunded

We gon' cook your man's beak off after we hunt you

After we hunt you

We gon' cook your man's beak off after we hunt you

Know some hitters from 213 to the 312 (Respect it)

[Chorus]

2.2 pounds, I had to Louis V the apron

From the same hometown as Miss Aretha Franklin

Boy, you can't put your strap down or they gon' leave you stinking

Quick to lay the smackdown when niggas need a spanking

2.2 pounds in blocks, you know we lead the nation

2.2 pounds, respect, no Aretha Franklin

2.2 pounds, couldn't let these niggas leave me stinking

2.2 pounds, 101 Dalmations

2.2 pounds

[Outro]

Ayy, blockworks

Bully boys

It's game time

Drug zone to the 50

Big one

LV block