d.d. 2 Lyrics

Ten Zero in this bitch Uh

Lately I been fucked up

But I'm back on it bruh

I still ride in them trucks

The windows tinted bruh

These niggas still be slimy

So I keep my blicky tucked

But I'll still beat yo ass for speaking on me

Trap in the Nap finna move to the D

None of these niggas is fucking with me

Keep a thousand or two right up under the seat

She told me that I make her life complete

So fuck you hoes I'm focused on my bitch and me

Can't forget the rackies too

Uh three fifty on the shoes

Two hundred for the jacket

And the zip I don't smoke boof

Don't look me in my eyes

Looks can be deceiving

If that lil bitch look me in my eyes

She might look at a demon

I been with the Dream Team

Don't give us a reason

We be counting paper

Every month every season

Get to tweaking on them niggas acting crazy

Up all night I don't get lazy

All these hoes be tryna chase me

I never let it faze me

Yeah I'm in my mode again

Riding with mike and sally them my evil twins

Heard what you said thought I was tripping

Told em say that shit again

Why it's quiet now?

You was talking crazy now yo ass won't make a sound

Told that nigga if I catch you I'ma pop you in yo town

Fuck a hoe and fuck a nigga

Mother fuck yo pronouns

Counting rubber bands like the mailman was just en route

I got all the pack they think the mailman was just around

You can ask yo bitch about me

She know that I put it down

Rollin hella za I'm in my element we goin up

Me n jay locked in we in the stu, sippin wit double cups

Nigga stop that hatin man need you to get some pape

Nigga need to stop that hatin man you need to get some pape

I can't argue wit a nigga who be rockin silky bape

Goofy nigga screamin gd but in photos droppin rakes

Lul key sneaky if I ever did I ain't leave a trace

Livin good yeh I jus graduated fuck schoo yeh we lit

Ain't a killer but don't push me pop a nigga like a zit

I ain't come here just to cuttle, told that bitch to pop a tit

Spint his block jus like a beyblade now we screamin LET IT RIP

Frontl1ne we independent yeah thats what I claim

New chain I jus copped a pendant, while yo neck lookin lame

That pussy weak I didn't finish, told her jus give me brain

Why dat pussy so damn weak?

You was braggin bout it but that pussy for the streets

Packed her up and sent her back cause she not finna fuck wit me

Her name was goin round the city people was spilling the tea

Forgiato's on the tire got my new shit lookin flee

Dunkin shit jus like I'm bam, and I'll forever bring the heat

She a Backdoor hoe and you a goofy you ain't even peep

Das my dawg and he attack niggas do it for the treats

Niggas only beef on internet y'all is some fuckin geeks