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2 pistols - lookin down on 'em lyrics

[intro: 2 pistols]
yeahhh
young boss of the city n-gg-
bmu, deck, c-bo, j-flame, young ski

[hook:]
i got the chevy sittin right
rims shinin bright (b-tch i’m-b-tch i’m super fly)
when i pull up to that light
i’m lookin down on ’em (eyyy eyyy)
i’m lookin down on ’em (wet-wet paint drippin)
off the side
every time i ride
i be ridin through the city, choppin like i’m micheal myers
i’m lookin down on ’em (eyyy eyyy)
i’m lookin down on ’em (eyyy eyyy)

[verse 1: deck]
i just lit a blunt of ‘dro
where da bottle? i don’t know
i just flow to buddy suckers and my nickname ufo
i got a super-duper flow
arms shootin for the sky
steady chokin on that killa
i just murdered micheal myers
ridin past the city lights
i maneuver through the night
movin colors, i got green and i got purp (m.u. got white)
bmu b-tch, get it right
you got nothin, but you da pain
all attention for you lames
i got money on my brain
flashin in lanes
sit so high b-tch, they compare me to a crane
dump so wet, got off and jumpin out the paint
come ride with me dawg, you better buy a skuba tank
the chrome is so strong
the paint is on all shine
if it creep through them clouds, them n-gg-s gon’ be blind
all i need is uv rays to put them hoes in a daze
flippin different flavors, b-tch can just calls me lay’s
c-bo dawg, aye!

[hook]

[verse 2: 2 pistols]
i pull up to the light, you know i’m ridin old school
the main four’s lookin down, n-gg- where ya ruler? (so high)
twenty-eight inch deep-dish (yes)
orange candy paint, baby call it sunkist (young boss)
who me? i’m just that n-gg-
she wanna ride with the boss cause my rims is bigger (oh yeah)
if i don’t look down, i won’t even see you n-gg-s (where they at?)
i don’t even see you n-gg-s
i’m with a bad b-tch fornicating
with her two friends, and they partic-p-ting
yeah that’s just the life i live
young boss of the city baby, it is what it is

[hook]

[verse 3: j-flame & young ski]
j-zzy!
i’m gettin money so, that’s the word man
i was fly with the white like birdman (brdrdrdrdr)
aye khaled, i’m so hood (hood)
i shoulda been on “i’m so hood”
wiggle in the shop, i grip the oak wood
twenty-six inches on i-o, what’s good?
i’m the man, understand?
death before dishonor, that’s the plan

[young ski:]
i’m so fly b-tch, i think i grow feathers
my cliques mob out, call us the “blues brothers”
i’m sittin real high, them haters might stare
i freddy crougar’d the whip, to give ’em nightmares
pull up in somethin fly, oh that was light-year
i spit a little game, cover your wife’s ears
i’m lookin down on her, call my whip papsmear
then they come out of this world, like william shat-neer

[hook]

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