Freddie Gibbs, Young Jeezy - Twos And Fews lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs, Young Jeezy - Twos And Fews lyrics]
I do it for the thug niggas and bitches off
In my neighborhood
Bout to hit that pop with that product
Make sure ya paper good
Statistics ain't in my favor
But I'm a make it through it
Don't work no job
Man a nigga can't even get insurance
How you supposed to take ya
Babies on a doctor visit?
These conditions validate my excuse for
This type of living
Gotta watch these cops cause I'm
Pushing poison like Michael Bivins
Running in your spot where you have
Them chickens is my religion
The Stick Up Man, so cut me in or cut it out
Bitch quick to walk my dog up to
Your doorstep if you doubt this
Bury me with Swishers and at least
An ounce to bounce with
Corporate Thuggin Mafia, you bout that life
Or you ain't bout shit
Picture me rolling that brand
New Ferrari California
And the sex was great, fuck a second date
It was nice to know ya
A bougie bitch that can't take the smoke
She ain't like the odor
Fresh off the dopehouse with geekers
Tweaking off my aroma
Fuck your artists, pistol charges
Man I got like two of those
Better know when it come to them choppers
Got quite a few of those nigga
A few of those get me right for the nighttime
Getting gone til I see the sunlight shine
Yo pick to stay with a pack of bitches
That's super cold
That OG kush and them platinum cookies
I'm stupid blowed
So whatcha need out the trunk
Cause I got like two of those
And when it comes to them choppers
Got quite a few of those nigga
I said I'm fresh off my flight, nigga
New York City had the tool in the club
Like I'm Shyne and Diddy
Said this shit can get ugly like Craig Mack
And my niggas in ya crib
Asking where that bread at?
Club, that means a few bottles
A few shots mayne
Live and die in LV, 2pac mayne
Thought they had me boxed in
Boxed in the corner
I guess they didn't know my momma
Had me on the corner?
All I know is crack rock, crack spots, nigga
Crack pots
They say "Hi!"t the dealership and
Buy the whole lot
See I'm irresponsible, I lost the whole top
And this shit I'm smoking on
It cost a whole lot give my niggas 20 grand
Shoot up your whole block
Catch ya slipping on the porch
Knock off ya whole top
It's the world motherfucker
Next the universe
Counting paper hurt my hand
I need a fuckin nurse
It's Young Jizzle motherfucker
I get it how I live
You pussy niggas getting love
There go Gangsta Gibbs
Gangsta Gibbs ho
Two bitches cooking in the crib ho
A quarter kilo and some Kool
Aid in the fridge ho
Thuggish ruggish black motherfucker in
A black lac
Black talon knock the letters off a snapback
He pushing packages
I think he in the rat pack
We got the villa in Anguila, blowing anthrax
Mob shit
There really ain't no speaking about
This thing of ours
Born and raised up in the G
A nigga beat the odds
You see me floating to the crib
With a fleet of broads
Might wanna fuck in my garage
When they see them cars
These niggas drop that goofy shit and
Yeah I'm sure it sold
There's real niggas rapping, there's only
A few of those, nigga
In my neighborhood
Bout to hit that pop with that product
Make sure ya paper good
Statistics ain't in my favor
But I'm a make it through it
Don't work no job
Man a nigga can't even get insurance
How you supposed to take ya
Babies on a doctor visit?
These conditions validate my excuse for
This type of living
Gotta watch these cops cause I'm
Pushing poison like Michael Bivins
Running in your spot where you have
Them chickens is my religion
The Stick Up Man, so cut me in or cut it out
Bitch quick to walk my dog up to
Your doorstep if you doubt this
Bury me with Swishers and at least
An ounce to bounce with
Corporate Thuggin Mafia, you bout that life
Or you ain't bout shit
Picture me rolling that brand
New Ferrari California
And the sex was great, fuck a second date
It was nice to know ya
A bougie bitch that can't take the smoke
She ain't like the odor
Fresh off the dopehouse with geekers
Tweaking off my aroma
Fuck your artists, pistol charges
Man I got like two of those
Better know when it come to them choppers
Got quite a few of those nigga
A few of those get me right for the nighttime
Getting gone til I see the sunlight shine
Yo pick to stay with a pack of bitches
That's super cold
That OG kush and them platinum cookies
I'm stupid blowed
So whatcha need out the trunk
Cause I got like two of those
And when it comes to them choppers
Got quite a few of those nigga
I said I'm fresh off my flight, nigga
New York City had the tool in the club
Like I'm Shyne and Diddy
Said this shit can get ugly like Craig Mack
And my niggas in ya crib
Asking where that bread at?
Club, that means a few bottles
A few shots mayne
Live and die in LV, 2pac mayne
Thought they had me boxed in
Boxed in the corner
I guess they didn't know my momma
Had me on the corner?
All I know is crack rock, crack spots, nigga
Crack pots
They say "Hi!"t the dealership and
Buy the whole lot
See I'm irresponsible, I lost the whole top
And this shit I'm smoking on
It cost a whole lot give my niggas 20 grand
Shoot up your whole block
Catch ya slipping on the porch
Knock off ya whole top
It's the world motherfucker
Next the universe
Counting paper hurt my hand
I need a fuckin nurse
It's Young Jizzle motherfucker
I get it how I live
You pussy niggas getting love
There go Gangsta Gibbs
Gangsta Gibbs ho
Two bitches cooking in the crib ho
A quarter kilo and some Kool
Aid in the fridge ho
Thuggish ruggish black motherfucker in
A black lac
Black talon knock the letters off a snapback
He pushing packages
I think he in the rat pack
We got the villa in Anguila, blowing anthrax
Mob shit
There really ain't no speaking about
This thing of ours
Born and raised up in the G
A nigga beat the odds
You see me floating to the crib
With a fleet of broads
Might wanna fuck in my garage
When they see them cars
These niggas drop that goofy shit and
Yeah I'm sure it sold
There's real niggas rapping, there's only
A few of those, nigga