[Intro]
Yeah
[Chorus]
It's two strikers back to back when we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week, you ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you got in too thick
We both was close, so you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive, but when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first, but when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks, then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head, don't kiss me"
[Verse 1]
They stabbed me in my back and I fed them niggas
You know how to kill a snake, cut the head off, nigga
Where the fuck was niggas at when we shared our pistols?
Thirteen, thought I was grown, drinkin' Smirnoff, nigga
That's that real shit
Dropped out of school and took a field trip
Fuck some gymnastics, I make real flips
Blues on the trampoline, I make pill flips
Only nigga with the real shit, you gotta deal with it
Three trips get you a mil' ticket
Every one, we switch states, this a real business
Every day, I switch watches, I got real chickens
Five Cubans, got the chills with it, I don't feel niggas
[Chorus]
It's two strikers back to back when we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week, you ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you got in too thick
We both was close, so you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive, but when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first, but when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks, then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head, don't kiss me"
[Verse 2]
Was in my bag before the fame, I couldn't take no days off
Treat my games like playoffs, don't make us blow your face off
Put the Trishy in the Simply just to throw the taste off
If you see her 'round the gang, then I hit her, Adolf
Screamin', "What's crackin'?" with two C's, nigga, take them K's off
Found a way to pay ourself, so we can't get laid off
Twenty niggas tried to sign me, hell yeah, they made offers
I just picked up a ninety, shit, I'd rather stay a boss
Any time I took an L, I just said I paid the cost
Two hundred thousand in three days, my mama would've made me floss
Shit, we eatin'
Margaritas on the beach with the plug havin' meetings
In Argentina with a bitch, I don't even know how to greet her
[Chorus]
It's two strikers back to back when we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week, you ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you got in too thick
We both was close, so you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive, but when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first, but when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks, then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head, don't kiss me"
Yeah
[Chorus]
It's two strikers back to back when we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week, you ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you got in too thick
We both was close, so you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive, but when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first, but when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks, then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head, don't kiss me"
[Verse 1]
They stabbed me in my back and I fed them niggas
You know how to kill a snake, cut the head off, nigga
Where the fuck was niggas at when we shared our pistols?
Thirteen, thought I was grown, drinkin' Smirnoff, nigga
That's that real shit
Dropped out of school and took a field trip
Fuck some gymnastics, I make real flips
Blues on the trampoline, I make pill flips
Only nigga with the real shit, you gotta deal with it
Three trips get you a mil' ticket
Every one, we switch states, this a real business
Every day, I switch watches, I got real chickens
Five Cubans, got the chills with it, I don't feel niggas
[Chorus]
It's two strikers back to back when we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week, you ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you got in too thick
We both was close, so you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive, but when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first, but when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks, then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head, don't kiss me"
[Verse 2]
Was in my bag before the fame, I couldn't take no days off
Treat my games like playoffs, don't make us blow your face off
Put the Trishy in the Simply just to throw the taste off
If you see her 'round the gang, then I hit her, Adolf
Screamin', "What's crackin'?" with two C's, nigga, take them K's off
Found a way to pay ourself, so we can't get laid off
Twenty niggas tried to sign me, hell yeah, they made offers
I just picked up a ninety, shit, I'd rather stay a boss
Any time I took an L, I just said I paid the cost
Two hundred thousand in three days, my mama would've made me floss
Shit, we eatin'
Margaritas on the beach with the plug havin' meetings
In Argentina with a bitch, I don't even know how to greet her
[Chorus]
It's two strikers back to back when we bend through shit
I lost three niggas this week, you ain't been through shit
That secondhand 'cause that smoke you got in too thick
We both was close, so you never know who really did it
Niggas hate you when you alive, but when you dead, they miss you
Spit on your name at first, but when you dead, they kiss you
Them rollies, chains, and new Pateks, then it lead to riches
Quick to tell a bitch, "I just want the head, don't kiss me"
( Baby Money )
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