2 G’s Up

[Chorus]

Uh

Two G’s up the weed get found you don’t wanna be around when the shit goes down nigga (Uh)

Big money big boy Bentley ima leave it all empty if I run into a clown nigga (Yeah) (Uh)

Southside we don’t play, we don’t stop, we get guap, all day (Uh)

We don’t run, we don’t lay, if it ain’t about paper then it don’t pay (Yeah)

[Verse 1]

Uh

Real nigga alert we all we got

All I know, is I’m gon’ go, to the top

I’m in a very nice drop (Yeah)

Perelli‘s on celly warm forty five cocked

Lookin’ for somethin’ to pop (Yeah)

You racial profilin’ so I’m duckin’ the cops

Dead smack in the slum with a couple of pops (Uh)

Don’t pop off ya lips if you ain’t packin’

Pack ya shit up and leave town before somethin’ happen (Woo!)

Coffins for anyone that cross my team

May he die a thousand deaths like snitch raheem (Raheem)

I’m thee american dream, american G

The rap game’s goin’ back to rappin’ better for me

Niggas change when the pressure cooks

Real petrified paramedics clean up the puddles then go inside

My pen hits the paper and a miracle erupts, I vow

What they did to them they never do to us

[Chorus]

Uh

Two G’s up the weed get found you don’t wanna be around when the shit goes down nigga (Yeah)

Big money big boy Bentley ima leave it all empty if I run into a clown nigga (Yeah)

Southside we don’t play, we don’t stop, we get guap, all day (Uh)

We don’t run, we don’t lay, if it ain’t about paper then it don’t pay (Yeah)

[Verse 2]

Uh

Pop go the weasel desert eagle go boom! (Boom!)

Splatter brain matter on the wall in the room (Woo!)

I don’t hear ya songs ‘cause I’m out in Cancun (Yeah)

And I don’t bring sand to the beach, just goons (Haha)

Paybacks a bitch, an iced out wrist, and a haze sack to twist, in a Maybach of six (Yeah!)

I’m prepared for whatever, grenade by the clips

Drumroll, I’ll bring a parade past ya strip (Yeah!)

These niggas ain’t touchin’ me, seein’ me, being me, or ID’n me it’s the grimy in me

I’m out in Italy drinkin’ white Hennessy

Pourin’ some out for the dead in the penitentiary (What!)

Rappers don’t like me ‘cause I ain’t friendly (Nah)

Toughest nigga in terror squad was Remy

The jealous ones envy and that’s why my name’s spoke

I can spot a bitch nigga through train smoke

[Chorus]

Uh

Two G’s up the weed get found you don’t wanna be around when the shit goes down nigga (Huh?)

Big money big boy Bentley ima leave it all empty if I run into a clown nigga (Yeah)

Southside we don’t play, we don’t stop, we get guap, all day (Uh)

We don’t run, we don’t lay, if it ain’t about paper then it don’t pay (Yeah!)

[Outro]

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