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sett - 2 for 1 lyrics

[intro]
(drvmlord)
two for one, n+gga, f+ck ’em too
two for one for this sh+t

[chorus]
two for one, look at you, not fun (from vegas)
my 7.62 come with ghost gun (ghost glock)
got bread on that head, whack him, that’s a stunt (no cap)
blitz sh+t in the dark and in the sun (dark and the sun)
you n+ggas my baby boys, they my sons (my baby boys)
big settoff talk, then you n+ggas chin up (shut ’em up)
boy, shut the f+ck up, what you talk up for?
it’s a whole lot of sh+t out of here, you done f+cked up (f+cked up)
i’m back to the bread, ain’t nothin’ like a rapper, i’m a trapper
i just feel for this love
i see too much, here come slimecrook
my 5.56 shoot out green tip (green tip)
my bad b+tch still pokin’ her lips
muggin’ and sh+t, i ain’t worry all that sh+t
munch, sh+t+eater, i’m labelin’ that b+tch
she could be a dime, i’d get ten more b+tches (ho)

[verse 1]
i’m turnt up, brought cash in the trenches (cash)
i’m the one gave n+gga hope in the city (city)
i bump down in a n+gga hood, let’s get it (south vegas)
these n+ggas ain’t checkin’ my gang or my n+gga (4k)
bury these n+ggas with all these switches (switches)
i’m gettin’ money, man, these n+ggas be b+tchin’
bad b+tch with ass and titties
four glocks, n+gga, and they all four fifties
long time rapper, forever we rich
trap and scam, my lil’ n+gga rich (off trap and scam)
rap for it, i just swiped for the fit
just find the extra, i just switched out my clarity
she ready eat d+ck, she heard that i do music
her whole team, i don’t know what i’m choosin’
it’s four of ’em, i don’t know which one i’m doin’ (yeah)
this perc’ and the addy, i’m up, i’m screwin’ (off the addy and perc’)
[chorus]
two for one, look at you, not fun
my 7.62 come with ghost gun
got bread on that head, whack him, that’s a stunt (yeah)
blitz sh+t in the dark and in the sun (sun, all the time)
you n+ggas my baby boys, they my sons
big settoff talk, then you n+ggas chin up
boy, shut the f+ck up, what you talk up for?
it’s a whole lot of sh+t out of here, you done f+cked up (f+ck the n+gga)
i’m back to the bread, ain’t nothin’ like a rapper, i’m a trapper (yeah)
i just feel for this love (know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?)
i see too much, here come slimecrook
my 5.56 shoot out green tip (smash)
my bad b+tch still pokin’ her lips
muggin’ and sh+t, i ain’t worry all that sh+t
munch, sh+t+eater, i’m labelin’ that b+tch
she could be a dime, i’d get ten more b+tches (man, f+ck these hoes)

[verse 2]
three n+ggas got they guns to the ground (okay)
my n+ggas, they clutchin’, ready shoot the round
heard they deep, washed the block from out of town (f+ck them)
headtap, we gon’ do all ’em out
members on point, that’s they alarm (yeah)
thumbs up, we know it’s good (it’s good)
thumbs down, we know it’s dumb
finish him, get rid of him, uh
double cup, turn juice my lungs
fat boy, can’t forget my runtz
pull the move on a n+gga, front lil’ more of ’em
on god, for a whole card
track somethin’ broad day, ten middle spark (bah+bah)
keypad, crack ’em down with the key fob (brrt, brrt)
got petty b+lls, they know we still went large
now i’m gettin’ paid off my rap and my bar
[chorus]
two for one, look at you, not fun
my 7.62 come with ghost gun
got bread on that head, whack him, that’s a stunt (my life)
blitz sh+t in the dark and in the sun (dark)
you n+ggas my baby boys, they my sons
big settoff talk, then you n+ggas chin up (sett)
boy, shut the f+ck up, what you talk up for? (yeah)
it’s a whole lot of sh+t out of here, you done f+cked up (f+ck the n+gga)
i’m back to the bread, ain’t nothin’ like a rapper, i’m a trapper
i just feel for this love
i see too much, here come slimecrook (here i come)
my 5.56 shoot out green tip
my bad b+tch still pokin’ her lips
muggin’ and sh+t, i ain’t worry all that sh+t
munch, sh+t+eater, i’m labelin’ that b+tch
she could be a dime, i’d get ten more b+tches (ten more hoes)

[outro]
on god, f+ck this sh+t
f+ck these b+tches, young and turnt sh+t
we gettin’ bacon, man, murder and love, the mafia
nothin’ else, two for one
yeah, this sh+t one of one though
only way we doin’ this sh+t, gotta be street

- sett lyrics

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