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2 v 2 - los and nutty lyrics

[verse 1: sada baby]
hmm
ain’t no rules to this sh*t, huh
we gon’ play it how we play it, b*tch
i’m from the east, hmm
i’m gon’ say it how i say it, huh
look in my eyes, hmm
who gon’ slide on me?
who the—
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
you know n*ggas lied on me
hmm, huh, the opps tired of me
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
they told me put my gun down, they gon’ slide for me
the last n*gga talkin’ crazy got fired on

[verse 3: los]
i’m tryna move a thousand grams, that’s what i’m on
linwood ave, call it heroin ave
‘fore i ever made a song, i was playin’ with them slabs

[verse 4: wb nutty]
they say they want that raw, well, b*tch, here it is (b*tch, here it is)
stop at cvs ’cause i gotta grab some pills (’cause i gotta grab some)
naw, gerber, naw, motherf*cker, i got it all
i can put it in the stash or i can put it in her drawers

[verse 5: sada baby]
i don’t whip with fentanyl, i’ll isotol that ass
hit him with the fake percs, i’ll tylenol that ass
i couldn’t wait to dump your b*tch, huh, tired of all that sass
watch how sk!lla dunk this b*tch, huh, threw it off the glass, ayy

[verse 6: sk!lla baby]
we went half on a bag, we go sale for a sale
my uncle in the field, sling bales on the cell
n*gga, keep the car runnin’, no, you can’t park
i done seen so many bodies dropped at blaine park
[verse 7: los]
t*shirts, blue jeans, b*tch, you don’t know kareem
motel, mobile home, i ain’t leavin’ ’til it’s gone
n*gga, grab the handheld compressor, let me make the pills (real talk)

[verse 8: wb nutty]
sh*t, we can meet ’em at the store, cuz make the sales
two sacks, one phone, i’ll burn a b*tch out
shoot the blow up north and shoot the grits down south

[verse 9: sada baby]
fell asleep steppin’ on it, i done burned down the house
gotta sell it in town, i done burnt out the route
i wasn’t the middleman then, i ain’t the middleman now
used to hop on that ‘hound, really pick it off that ground

[verse 10: los]
i used to do a n*gga bold, cut the middleman out (real talk, n*gga)
used to sell them b*tches whole, grab a chunk and take it out
ain’t no two days the same, n*gga
except tuesdays and thursdays, they raid, n*gga
get your roll on
dope sales, daisy lane, you don’t know about it
teenage custos, i don’t see a problem
i don’t see the problem
(p*ssy*ass n*ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em)
[verse 11: sk!lla baby]
the hitman don’t talk, this sh*t ain’t right
he’ll blow you broad day, but he got stage fright
the brick a name*brand, soft came off*white
a broke n*gga talk numbers to you all night
huh, i ain’t got no love for no n*gga
if he ain’t sold an ounce of dope, n*gga
i don’t sleep on the pape’, stay woke, n*gga (yeah)
you could get off your ass or be broke, n*gga

[verse 12: wb nutty]
small drug towns, watch how a n*gga kick off
punky*ass junkies, they don’t like it when it’s soft
but i’ma deal with ’em, they gon’ pay what it cost
turn one into three, don’t give a f*ck if you went off
lean on a junkie in a trailer for some weeks
countin’ all night, it be hard to get some sleep
twenty people knockin’, i ain’t even have to meet ’em
441 daisy lane, you had to see it to believe it, n*gga

[verse 13: sada baby]
told nut he had to break them d*ckies out
f*ck the judge, i been tryna break my n*ggas out, huh
really wanna catch trump for that eighty*ball
like any n*gga make me dump, they play it wrong, huh
treat your b*tch like topside, hope she take a ten, huh
i mean take a perc’, huh, bet i make a friend
i can turn four bricks to a run if i take it serious
brodie wanna line up the plug, that’s a shortcut
then set up shop, won’t let no n*gga short us
that chop r*t*rded, short bus, tear a n*gga porch up
sped to your sh*t like doordash, d*mn near f*cked the porsche up
we peep all the ho sh*t, my n*ggas don’t ignore nothin’

[outro: los]
huh, yeah
yeah
yeah, uh, check me out, b*tch
p*ssy*ass n*ggas, ain’t got no love for ’em

- los and nutty lyrics

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