2 of US ft. KeLow Lyrics

Veronica my solid bitch, she be a glock and shit

Always bustin' shit inside the whip, she's a lil' violent trick

Always wanna ride the dick, stay on her mind and shit

She on my lap cause I'm chasin' this paper

We caught the opps, she got to shootin' like a Laker

I can't fake this, she was with a nigga but he ain't give her attention

She was choosin' when I pulled up, I could peep, she heard the engine

We hit it off, I took her out, fucked round and paid for her extensions

I be with Cindy, she a feisty bitch

On that venom viper shit, bullets, they gon' bite his ribs

I'm gon' conceal the squeal, niggas get the buckin

Then Cindy out the whip, she be fuckin' first link

She got about 30 bodies, fuck the friend cause she was cheatin

And she from Iraq, droppin' niggas when she see em

Give them a heart attack

Cindy ridin' front seat, with choppas in the back

Run up and she do you greasy, so please believe me

Call KD, he got the Vicky, she do you icky

Man, I swear I love her but I don't think I really want that bitch

When we together, I be on my shit

I'm sick and tired of you clappin' when you talkin

Nigga play his mama, had to buy a coffin

She always came around the boys even though he didn't do much

Came in at my lowest, man, I swear that shit was too clutch

She bang when you buck, she sting and you touched

I be ridin' solo on the road, so pardon me

I bought a bitch some titties, Vicky wouldn't talk to me

I tossed that hoe to KeLow cause it didn't bother me

I said I tossed that hoe to Kelow cause it didn't bother me

I dropped her old nigga, then she fell into the streets

Cindy tried to beg until Vicky took a seat

She asked me for some titties, but a drak is what I need

I took her to they block so that the opps and her could meet

I tried making peace, just stop the violence, let it be

We pull up, it's a song, playin' like it's on repeat

KeLow in the game, ain't no way you can compete

Sending shots up at the opps, it's lookin' like a meet and greet

Vicky rappin' to the beat, hoe got too many bodies

She can't get no bread for me, if a nigga got a problem

He can get this lead for me, he can get this lead for free

Vicky started cheatin', so I sent her to the sea

She in the water, dead to me