Wrist - Two Two

Who’s that, flossin', tell big homie send that

Who’s that, talkin', tell his homie fend that

We don’t fuck with the other side

That’s how niggas get they head cracked

Go and mingle with the other side

We don’t know where they heads at

Pull up, all black

Shoot it down like the men in black

Or hop out, so fresh, it just look like I’m sellin' crack

Crime scene when I leave this shit

Fire truck how I leave her lit

Whippin' up, so much

Two pots I’ma need a wrist

Two pots I’ma need a wrist

Whippin' up, so much

Two pots I’ma need a wrist

Left hand might need assist

Left hand might need assistance

Left hand might need assistance

Run up on me get pitched

Paid 25 for the stick

Whippin' work on the stove

Same stove you cook food on

Made a killin' in the trap

5 months on a futon

Buy work for the dealers

Buy guns for the killers

Went to war with gorillas

Out workin' with the drillers

Game time, fourth quarter

So we had to put numbers up

Outside, got cold

Everybody had to bundle up

Shoutout to the hoes

Stuck around tried to fuck with us

Fifth on me that I let it bust

Lord knows that’s a double nut

Who’s that, flossin', tell big homie send that

Who’s that, talkin', tell his homie fend that

We don’t fuck with the other side

That’s how niggas get they head cracked

Go and mingle with the other side

We don’t know where they heads at

Pull up, all black

Shoot it down like the men in black

Or hop out, so fresh, it just look like I’m sellin' crack

Crime scene when I leave this shit

Fire truck how I leave her lit

Whippin' up, so much

Two pots I’ma need a wrist

Pass smith a nigga’s mad stitchin' (?)

Can’t drive, that’s a transition

Cause you won’t move when the mac’s spittin' it

40 on me that’s a bad misses

Young boys in the bag drippin'

Run up on me leave your bag missin'

Shit bag leave a bag with 'em

Laced up niggas mad trippin'

Hit the spot with some bad bitches

Probably got an extra mag with 'em

Saw niggas on road, you would think that his dad hit 'em

Put in work on the opp block, Dwyane Wade with this heater

We was really in the field

When you was layin' in the bleachers

Dab on 'em like woah

Bag on 'em like O’s

We ain’t ever had the whip

So we turned niggas to a ghost

We was fightin' for the top

Had niggas fallin' off the ropes

Close friends became opps

And my opps' opps become close

We was out tryna ball

Like Gasol in the post

We was out on the roads

And you was stuck in your home

Made a flip off of raw dough

Had me feelin' like the Narcos

When we shoot it’s a swish

Niggas hittin' on the ball post

Who’s that, flossin', tell big homie send that

Who’s that, talkin', tell his homie fend that

We don’t fuck with the other side

That’s how niggas get they head cracked

Go and mingle with the other side

We don’t know where they heads at

Pull up, all black

Shoot it down like the men in black

Or hop out, so fresh, it just look like I’m sellin' crack

Crime scene when I leave this shit

Fire truck how I leave her lit

Whippin' up, so much

Two pots I’ma need a wrist

Whippin' up, so much

Two pots I’ma need a wrist

Left hand might need assist

Left hand might need assistance

Left hand might might need assistance

Run up on me get pitched

Paid 25 for the stick