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peysoh & nle choppa - 2+2 - peysoh & nle choppa lyrics

verse 1

aye look i’m a dog
i stay with a torch
you stay on the porch
you playing with me and you done
how could u win how could u move if k!lling the k!ll n*gga run
don’t leave it at home
look up when you walk he driving and shooting for fun you know it ain’t safe another one dead so n*gga you better just run you better just leave
you better go talk to a couple of priest go get you a leash
you better be sliding in traffic no keeping that sh*t on your seat stay on alert no time for the games you playing around you get shot in your face
spin where you sleep get you a mask go gеt you a gun that ain’t leaving a trace
its 2 2 1, bta
all of my young n*ggas spin with a drake
all of my young n*ggas down for a casе
all of my young n*ggas shoot for the face
its taking too long
i’m getting impatient
we getting on feet
man lets see if they out
n*ggas be woofing and woofing, and woofing, and woofing, and woofing, and woofing for clout

chorus

2+2
sticks in this b*tch
all around k!llers don’t blink in this b*tch
got me a fully don’t wink in this b*tch
got strength in this wood it stink in this b*tch
2+2
sticks in this b*tch
all around k!llers don’t blink in this b*tch
got me a fully don’t wink in this b*tch
got strength in this wood it stink in this b*tch
verse 2

i’m doing the dash
if i see the crash we going 100
got stick in the whip
no stick in the box, i thug with it on me
shoutout karate but stick on my hip
i don’t be hanging with n*ggas who flexing that money but never got nun for the table
this sh*t from the dirt
had to go run in his house before we got money from labels
i’m real as it gets no fake in my blood
i still be with k!llers and deep in the trench
i come from a hood, slide for a rank
no gun for the skit, than we going full range
i’m doing him bad, if i get a chance
you hang on that block and i’m leaving you drenched
swear it be n*ggas who popping on live who really ain’t slid and still on that fence
no hitting that dance
i’m hitting it with you
n*gga no reffing im blowing that whistle
n*gga no cappin i be on this beats
he play with the p and get hit with a missile
f*ck what’s the issue
oh you ain’t trippin
what happen to all that sh*t on that net
what happened to all that sh*t you was saying on live
you had a good time making threats?
chorus

- peysoh nle choppa lyrics

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