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2 da top ! - xored! lyrics

[intro]
light it up lucca

[verse: 1]
f*ck then leave ain’t no time for hulu
762. in that clip yea it could go through you
trynna get a band
trynna get that rich that’s on my todo
my n*ggas like a daw
i ain’t talking bout no f*cking fruit loops
cuz they my dawg
h*llcat going off lil n*gga
yea we making it fog
tell that b*tch to f*cking bounce
yea she jump like a frog
my homie keep a f*cking stick
yea he keeping a log
your gang is soft as f*ck
lil n*gga like a f*cking pillow
n*gga spin his block
balling like dwayne
i ain’t talking bout the rock
choppa sofaygo yea
the way it knock knock
he’s mad that his b*tch
play me on the f*cking aux
[verse: 2]
oh lil uzi yea that’s a rack
hit a model b*tch yea from the back
i’m at his crib like where you at
goyard f*cking bag yea
that’s where the pole at
off*white t*shirt amiri jeans first
bought that b*tch a double c bag
i still won’t keep her
i ain’t lucki for that b*tch lil n*gga
i will leave her
balenci on the shoes man
who is you man
diamonds sick like flu man
rollie wrist is 2*tan
three k’s like the klu klan
yea i keep a two man
she wanna go on two man
i block that b*tch she so mad
want this fame like so bad
still pray to god for what i have
this a bentley n*gga ain’t no tonka truck
like its triple x lil n*gga get a tummy tuck
yea da choppa f*ck you up
you get a uppercut
we squeeze that motherf*cking trigger
like a rubber duck
told that n*gga yea that sh*t i got full auto
three of us up in that whip like grand theft auto
told that girl to call my phone like yea tommrow
that b*tch see my insta now she gon follow
all white is the fit lil n*gga dressed up like i’m skips yea
you say you got some motion but nah you is schizing
making f*cking bread like a chief in the kitchen
you don’t want no smoke don’t want no job don’t want no business
[verse: 3]
got more guns then bo2
she want the meat she want the food
i want the bands i want the loot
i want those pants i want that coupe
she want me b*tch i want her to
bad ass b*tch from malibu
in the desert like its dune
be up all night i see the moon
me and $leepy we sleepy off the lean we can not walk
my n*gga pj he got the arp’s and got the chops
like a beacon we light up shows lil n*gga when we talk
left him leaking cuz he talked on rb$ the squad
condos with expensive arts with some f*cking persian rugs
i still pray to god remember we ain’t have no cloth
now i’m hoping rb$ can make it to the top
i’ll buy them all some srt’s when i get money yea

[outro]
whoa

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