CRANDO/BRANDO - 2DOEFLOW Lyrics

(Where the f*ck is Bennie Beach)

My n****s say its coupe season

Start ya engines
Get them hoes spinnin' (Shid)

Look
I need the check with the zeros in it
I need the coupe with like three hoes in it
That was yo lane, but I debo'd in it
No competition
Bitch, we sholl winnin
Louis V pouch with the pre-rolls in it
Young Master P
Bitch, I see no limit
Oh thats yo bitch
Why is she so with it
All in the whip flashin' tig 'ol biddies

Wasn't just her, it was three more biddies
While you was home bitchin'
Like milk in yo tiddies
I'm milkin' the city for
Fives, the tens, the twenties and fifties
And hunnids
You dig me
I'm runnin' with n****s
Who runnin' with blickies
Its none of my biz if they fully or semi
You can act blind, but I know
That you see me
You not my kind, that bitch ass shit
Ain't in me
Pull out yo SS
Or pull out yo hemi
Smash on the gas, make the ass get to spinnin'
Left the roof home like his ass got suspended
Cash do not last 'round my ass
Ima spend it
Sweet life like Cody and Zach was up in it
So everyday, I feel fantastic and splendid
Tweet back yo bitch, she screen capture the mention
Group chattin' her friends
While they laughin' and gigglin'

I need the check with the zeros in it
I need the coupe with like three hoes in it
That was yo lane, but I debo'd in it
No competition
Bitch, we sholl winnin
Louis V pouch with the pre-rolls in it
Young Master P
Bitch, I see no limit
Oh thats yo bitch
Why is she so with it
All in the whip flashin' tig 'ol biddies

Ooh nice, I like
I piped like twice
She cooked neck bones, green beans
White rice
We made
Koolaid
Heavy sugar, light ice
You roach, we sprayed
Big Raid, nice life
Might cop the chain after three more flips
Youngins fifteen with the 3-0 clips
Forty-five tucked, it get hot in a minute
You quick to get cooked
Boy, its microwave tension
These n****s eat greedy
These bitches won't leave me alone
Dolce and dodie, that be the cologne
Ironic how n****s want beef cause
They bitch wanna come suck the meat off my bone

I need the check with the zeros in it
I need the coupe with like three hoes in it
That was yo lane, but I debo'd in it
No competition
Bitch, we sholl winnin
Louis V pouch with the pre-rolls in it
Young Master P
Bitch, I see no limit
Oh thats yo bitch
Why is she so with it
All with the clique on the dick
Yea

Ay
Tap the gas on yo ass
Make it shake (Ooh bitch)
Tap the gas on yo ass
Make it shake (Wait bitch)
Tap the gas on yo ass
Make it shake (Ay bitch)
Tap the gas on they ass
Make it shake (Whew)
I tap the gas on yo ass
Make it shake (Oh bih)
Tap the gas on yo ass
Make it shake