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f3nix - 2x2 lyrics

go, sippin’ on juice, already sippin’ by the 2×2
come off the bench, b+tch, shoot like lou
throw on that side, let the cutter let loose
four in the brisk, y’all sip [?]
suicide top, leave the roof off the coupe
i got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon’ touch
he finna jump out the room

that fake sh+t wack, get cut off
drac with an ak, sh+t got cut off
you ain’t got racks, b+tch, shut up
take one call, get your p+ssy ass knocked out
i got your main b+tch knocked up
military grade with the sh+t, put a missile on the bl!ck
i could get your ass f+cked up
heard you gon’ slide, but your mother didn’t die
that’s good, lil’ bro, you done lucked out
it’s real sad that it take one guy to run through your whole d+mn trap house
with that fake ass chrome in your heart
that sh+t ain’t be real, lil’ boy, with them racks out

i just bought a new ghost finna crash out
i just bought a new bl!ck finna lash out
and his goofy ass stay doin’ stand up
yeah, i come out the trap when the scanner’s on him
if that boy want a lack, put my [?] on him
should we cut off his limbs? we dismantling him
if i don’t wanna shoot, my boy handling him
i’ma bust out a three and get hit in his rim
i’m way past talking, i’m offing a b+tch
we catching a moth and we auctioning a stick
keep eating these bullets, he fat as a b+tch
got me sipping on juice, at a red light
finna hop out at the stop sign, go

tryna find his ass, it’s about time
like, no, i’m not you, i’m ’bout mine
i done spin around ’bout four times
get your goofy ass robbed, that’s whole time
heard you was bringing my name in the trap
boy, you lucky that i don’t blow mine

that fake sh+t wack, get cut off
drac with an ak, sh+t got cut off
you ain’t got racks, b+tch, shut up
take one call, get your p+ssy ass knocked out
i got your main b+tch knocked up
military grade with the sh+t, put a missile on the bl!ck
i could get your ass f+cked up
heard you gon’ slide, but your mother didn’t die
that’s good, lil’ bro, you done lucked out
go, sippin’ on juice, already sippin’ by the 2×2
come off the bench, b+tch, shoot like lou
throw on that side, let the cutter let loose
four in the brisk, y’all sip [?]
suicide top, leave the roof off the coupe
i got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon’ touch
he finna jump out the room

- f3nix lyrics

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