Letras
Brr, brr
Fuck all the opps (2G)
2G
Yeah, yeah
Why you running? I thought you played ball
Niggas ain't tryna hoop on that court, tellin' just my brothers
Niggas ain't need to do shit, I don't wanna hear shit on no court
Say, yo, on that block, I bet you get hit with a lot
Target shots, they comin' like dorks, nigga, fed for the pot
I think that's the reason he got on the edge, should've stayed on the porch
Nigga got hit with a .9, he survived
Upgrade that to .40, let's try that again
Can't double back on no ho that ain't playin'
They roll, fuck around, strap the ho back in
Nigga ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I don't wanna hurt him if he ain't talkin' 'bout the back end
Niggas keep talkin' 'bout her back though
Bitch, I'll come through the front, slam his ass for a Gen, nigga
It's too damn hot, fuck around, kick out my socks
Finna go lay yo with the freaks
But when we get this drop, better make sure that everybody put up
'Cause y'all know we gon' shut down the street
When it's finna go down, niggas know where to be found
People kept me frontin' off with that glee
Set that lil' ass pow, came back, and we let out that vrrr
Niggas movin' like rats down the street
Nothin' but killers with me in the V
Crazy how with my size, screamin' fuck all the opps
Sometime I be tellin' them chill, but this shit get for real
You know you bummed out on they block
I ain't beat up no ho
But if she playin' both sides, then the lil' ho might get shot when we beat up the pank
Come through or not, make me a saint, niggas that ain't better get off this block
They call me 2G
Play with this shit, watch how I tweak, fuck around, leave yo' head by yo' feet
This G-22 with the box, hittin' four different types
Try to run for a buck on his knee
Lil' bitch, I been in my groove
So don't be rude if I say you can't hit this week
Niggas ain't even fuckin' with me and nothin'
Come through with that brr, have a nigga run down the street
Nigga better play with his mama
Don't get clapped up if he think about playin' with me
I stay with that Glock with the box
But I brought that chop, I'm tryna leave shit on the scene
This lil' ho too friendly I ain't do nothin' with her, I like my lil' ho mean
They like what's in my cup, I might sip purple, but I still fuck with the green
Yeah, these niggas know how we do it, that 7.62, it is that number move
Don't fuck with the laws every time they got behind, you know how speed we cruisin'
If you fuck with the opps, you can't come on this side, you already know we into it
This bitch don't know how to vibe
All the shit gotta slide, she can't even watch no movie
Why you running? I thought you played ball
Niggas ain't tryna hoop on that court, tellin' just my brothers
Niggas ain't need to do shit, I don't wanna hear shit on no court
Say, yo, on that block, I bet you get hit with a lot
Target shots, they comin' like dorks, nigga, fed for the pot
I think that's the reason he got on the edge, should've stayed on the porch
Nigga got hit with a .9, he survived
Upgrade that to .40, let's try that again
Can't double back on no ho that ain't playin'
They roll, fuck around, strap the ho back in
Nigga ain't talkin' 'bout shit, I don't wanna hurt him if he ain't talkin' 'bout the back end
Niggas keep talkin' 'bout her back though
Bitch, I'll come through the front, slam his ass for a Gen, nigga
Uh, I'll slam his ass for the-
Come on ay, free my brother
Ay, bitch, hit a nigga, though
Come on, run down on him
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Like, fuck all the opps, 2G, they knowin' him
Mm-mm, they knowin' this nigga
Free all my brothers, come on
Mm, mm, mm