2K

.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck the games that you play
And if you ever fuck wit' us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
Fresh up outta, in the joint
They shoulda never let me out, nigga
Don't you know my momma from Detroit
Boy, I'll put the Piston in ya mouth, nigga
I'ma take ya shorty if you doubt, nigga
Might Derek Fisher with your spouse, nigga
Like Django, mixed with James Jones
I'm on the King throne, and you a house nigga
I be 2 Kin', with them 2 Ks
Take a shot, and make the play die
I'll send them shooters where u stay
Just say you got the shit on Gamefly
I tell them acting niggas "Take Two"
Fuck me? And I'ma pay you
Shots at ya lineup, for reachin', nigga
Throws free, and you can take two
Aaaah, trey pound, that's a K:D
Pray to God, and that's A V
Freed Bobby Shmurda, shout to Dave East
Locs got Nets like Jay-Z
Looka, looka, looka look at me now
My free shooters out in Brooklyn be foul
Haters hatin' like it's good to be down
Dwight Howard. Pussy, look at me smile
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck the games that you play
And if you ever fuck wit' us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
Bow, bow, bitch
I be gun walkin' when I hold the heater
Might pull up on you with them sticks
And I ain't talkin' no controller either
Need to circle your block to flex
And shoot a square, just for talkin' foul
Then pass the burner to my ex
If I P-O-P, she gon' hold it down
I'ma Knicks fan, but for 6 bands
I'll leave your body where the Cavs play
Have your whole squad dressed in black
Your youngins lookin' like it's Draft Day
Your stash? I can't wait to Rob it & Horry ya
Shootout in Flatbush, you'll drown in Astoria
Feds had you singin' and shoutin' like Gloria
Shut the fuck up and go out like a Warrior
Klay Thompson with the grey Thompson
Draymond Green, the way I play wit' teams
Barbosa, out the large toaster
Them rounds burst, long range, in 3s
Like bow, bow, bow
Feeling like I'm near fever, you a scared diva
Boy, I let my shorty whip the yay yay
And she danced on it like a cheerleader
Only got four bars, for you local fucks:
Flexin' online. Dumb niggas, loadin' up
Lay low. Can't let the Feds know too much
I mean God, we all sinners. But you post too much
I rather get ejected, then to grow old in cuffs
Nigga muthafucc 12, I'm Malone enough
You playin' Westbrook, with your best look
But this Tony Allen, got your vest shook
.45 by my gut
Nigga, that's just how I do thangs
Got some killas in the cut
Throwin' Bs, like they Wu-Tang
My Crip niggas know what's up
So muthafuck the games that you play
And if you ever fuck wit' us
Whole team shootin' like it's 2 K
Bow, bow, bitch
I be gun walkin' when I hold the heater
Might pull up on you wit them sticks
And I ain't talkin' no controller either
Need to circle your block to flex
And shoot a square, just for talkin' foul
Then pass the burner to my ex
If I P-O-P, she gon' hold it down