Two Lyrics – YNW Bortlen
Singer: YNW Bortlen
Title: Two
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Free Melly, b#tch (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Two hundred rounds on a Florida spinner (Huh, baow)
We ’bout to freak out on a n#gg#
Thirty round fifty ’round hundred round n#gg#s
You better be p#ss#, we hit ya
I hate ain’t with the talkin’, f#ck all the arguin’
Too many shots for a n#gg#, better go figure
I been creep, n#gg# pretendin’
AP or Carbine? I don’t know what to choose
Slime say, “Give me the blues’
Lil’ brother, we arguin’, we misunderstood
〈.?.〉 rock how you smilin’, dick in your b#tch
Save you? Hell, nah
b#tch, you gotta go away, b#tch you gotta lay with ’em
And, free Lil Mеlly out the whole
I’m fresh out, so I hoppеd out to a bustdown Rollie
b#tch-ass n#gg#, uh
A b#tch-ass n#gg# know what it is with lil’ bro
Oh, he know what it is, Lil Bort
Huh, I bet ya I come with a torch
b#tch, I been jumped off the porch
Huh, I been on my A sh#t, that slime sh#t
You won’t say no, “Why?” jit
When it go down, you goin’ cry, jit
All you gotta do is stay solid
All you gotta know is keep faith
Stay down, all hundreds blue
f#ck all the talkin’, jit, yeah, I’m from the G, lil’ b#tch
Huh, 〈.?.〉
We 〈.?.〉
Okay, lil’ n#gg# be talkin’ 〈.?.〉
Thrity round on a motherf#ckin’ Glock 19 and the 17
Two hundred rounds on a Florida spinner (Huh, baow)
We ’bout to freak out on a n#gg#
Thirty round fifty ’round hundred round n#gg#s
You better be p#ss#, we hit ya
I hate ain’t with the talkin’, f#ck all the arguin’
Too many shots for a n#gg#, better go figure
I been creep, n#gg# pretendin’
AP or Carbine? I don’t know what to choose
Slime say, “Give me the blues’
Lil’ brother, we arguin’, we misunderstood
〈.?.〉 rock how you smilin’, dick in your b#tch
Save you? Hell, nah
b#tch, you gotta go away, b#tch you gotta lay with ’em
Smoke with me, spin ’bout me
Gonna walk you down ’bout me
I heard a few of lot of you n#gg#s hate me
But, b#tch, I’m hoppin’ out Aston Martin
Flawless diamonds on Rolex
Shawty say she wan’ sex me
Ain’t doin’ no flaw sh#t, you gotta f#ck me in the A, baby
They tryna spray me (Oh, Hell, nah)
They tryna trade me on some honor sh#t, I always be a solid jit
In the field sh#t, 〈.?.〉 see me to the cell, jit
Can’t tell on 〈.?.〉, go and check my IG
n#gg#s really p#ss#, gettin’ slatt down on live, G
You n#gg#s really on some other sh#t, what the f#ck goin’ on?
How you talkin’? You livin’ on your #ss, you really ain’t on
p#ss#-ass n#gg#, you broke as hell, b#tch, you act concerned
Two hundred rounds on a Florida spinner (Huh, baow)
We ’bout to freak out on a n#gg#
Thirty round fifty ’round hundred round n#gg#s
You better be p#ss#, we hit ya
I hate ain’t with the talkin’, f#ck all the arguin’
Too many shots for a n#gg#, better go figure
I been creep, n#gg# pretendin’
AP or Carbine? I don’t know what to choose
Slime say, “Give me the blues’
Lil’ brother, we arguin’, we misunderstood
〈.?.〉 rock how you smilin’, dick in your b#tch
Save you? Hell, nah
b#tch, you gotta go away, b#tch you gotta lay with ’em
b#tch you gotta lay with ’em
b#tch you gotta lay with ’em
b#tch you gotta lay with ’em
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