Los, WB Nutty, Wanski, Babyface Ray, Samuel Shabazz - 2 Time Felon lyrics

Check me out, nigga pussy-ass nigga
Check me out, nigga
White House shit, nigga, all that, nigga
Yeah, uh,  uh
(Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)

I'm a two-time felon, I'm as shady as it get
Grew up with some killers
I'll play you like a bitch
Lil' nigga, when you standin' in that cut
Keep your eyes open
I can tell you 'bout the time
I had them nines goin'
I can tell you 'bout a time
When I was fucked up
Come to the table, all the
Dope gettin' cut up, nigga, take a seat
My baby drivin'
She'll get them things from A to B
Nigga, plain and simple, yeah
Los, how long you 'bout to be?
Nigga, give me a minute, i'll let you know
I get a thousand for a feature
Fuck I look like sellin' dope?

Got a family full of preachers
I ain't feel like sellin' hope
I'ma break it down for you, bitch
This what you need to know
I was down bad, fucked up, really at my low
Shipped a couple up to brodie, he
Said, "Don't trip, I'ma roll it, " go
Livin' proof of the truth they be mad
You ain't mad like they can't do what you do
(Who?)
My bad, my bad, bitch used to me too (O oh)
I'ma play it like I say it (Say)
Walk it like I talk it
They ain't mean it when they made it (Nigga)
Bitch, it ain't no secret we the greatest
(We the greatest)

Free my nigga 80s, pop was twenty
Drunk three-eighty (yeah)
Man, these niggas lazy, pockets low
So it get shady (Haha)
I'm a dirty motherfucker if you
See me at the station ayy, baby
Pack your bags 'cause we goin' on vacation
(We gone) i'ma use you as the stash
Then I fuck you once we make it (Ho)
Ayy, keep it G with me (yeah)
If I ain't have a dollar
To my name, baby girl, would you be with me?
Looked up in the sky, askin' God
"What You see in me?"
Life on the line too many times
Thinkin' we'll meet
These D&G, Travis Scotts a rack

Try to take this piece
Thirty shots with that (Thirty)
These niggas mad at me
(How?) , 'cause I'm bouncin' back
I just shot down to the V with a lot of crack
(yeah) these niggas say they can compete
But ain't got a rack
My mom dukes know I hug that road
She can vouch for that
This 40, shut your mouth with that
He cop again, he cop it back
I jugged a ham and got a sack
Y'all boys some copycats
Shoot at us, we shootin' back
You got a strap
Don't know what to do with that
Get a brick and I'm movin' that
A hundred, go get flew with that

I got my hands on everything
I just need a town to move it at
Addicted to the table high
I don't really even use the mask
Nigga, I'm used to it
I like to see 'em use it i'm in a rental
Hold my breath 'cause I see the troopers
Four hundred grams in a Fusion
And blow is heroin, that's for the confusion