Lyrics
What the fuck they are?
Sandbar trippin' on this
Nigga, we the ones, not the two
I bet my gang drive them heavy shots right up by the coupe
Soon as my brother told me his plan, I told him work his move
They fuck up when they show their hand, I know I can't lose
And this bitch poppin' rubber bands and they mostly blues
Young nigga was skippin' on the block so we dropped outta school
When you see me, you see my partner, we like a pair of shoes
When we see him, we just gon' smash him, he ain't payin' dues
Soon as ice come off my neck, that's when I lose my cool
Somebody lyin', you gotta slide, how the fuck you lose your tool?
When you pop out on that block, you gotta put that mask to use
Nigga try to play, gon' get him spilled and turn his ass to juice
We pull up on bad bitches, we in Maybach coupe
Sorry, God, for all my bad decisions, you don't wanna know the truth
My gang and them get bags in, we look like we in the movies
My bitch blow up my phone, every time I'm in the booth
Dark boy got a big ass drake on him, he gon' serve his six twos
If a nigga ever play with my brother, though, he gon' make the news
Broke ass nigga, stand at the bus stop like he goin' to school
Must've caught the handyman, we pulled up with 'em, drills and screws
Nigga, my fans still tell me, drop out my SoundCloud exclusives
I'm in the tea house surrounded by chickens and the roosters
She come back with Chanel bags, the lil' bitch here a booster
Don't give a fuck if we gotta hop out of Mini Cooper
Come through, we look like black top on with so many shooters
He just don't know he gon' get lit when he hop out of Uber
Me and my gang ride around more than a fuckin' state trooper
He tried to clutch and got teared apart with a goofy gooper
I hope we don't go federal, turnin' E-gloss to Uzi
I'm in the Super Bowl, got more chicks than a damn jacuzzi
Gave her my heart, I still wonder how she managed to lose it
I gave it to her undamaged so how she managed to bruise it?
Nigga, we the ones, not the two