Two Four Lyrics

Foot on the gas

Goin' fast

I like a breeze

Smokin' on that ganja

So much smoke

I hadda wheeze

Ballin' like I'm two four

Scorin' back to back I'm elite

Kob's on my feet

Feelin' hot

Gon rock 'em 'till they rot

Yeah yeah

Litty like the watt

Yeah

Kd with the rock

Ooh

Ballin' wit my crew

Up in restaurants droppin' cash

Baller status know the deal

Flow so wavy like a seal

I'm really him

I'm really real

Runnit up like Bradley Beal (Beal)

Bucket in your face

Hit you like I sprayed some mace

Got you mad

Goin' out sad

Nothin' personal

I keep it rad

Keep it P

Trap jumping like a flea

Puffin clouds

Smokin dank

Pull up faded to the scene

Doin' this shit since a teen

Stackin' green paper chasin'

Get the bag like a Free Mason

Jordan two's I'm lacin' up

Like Mike vibes gettin dubs

Imma G y'all some scrubs

Pull up in the whip quicker than you think

Watch me do this shit

Hoe don't blink

Sippin' on agua

That's my drink

Girl whattup you tryna link I'm all alone

I hit your best friend

That do not matter

Baby come over we'll hop in the shower

Yeah and she gon ride

Like she onna rich dick

Throwin' her back out number one pick for sure

Makin this money swear it's a blur (blur blur)

Foot on the gas

Goin' fast

I like a breeze

Smokin' on that ganja

So much smoke

I hadda wheeze

Ballin' like I'm two four

Scorin' back to back I'm elite

Kob's on my feet

Feelin' hot

Gon rock 'em 'till they rot

Too fly to rock these kicks

She like when I talk my shit

I told 'em I'm the shit

I shoot I don't assist

This time I will not miss

They mad I'm fly as shit

You know I let 'em hate

Don't fuck with Oregon State

She mad at me I know it

She fuck with me don't show it

Like baby where you going

She said I'm mad annoying

Clarky I'm her favorite

I love it when she say it

She say she want me famous

I want a coupe that's brainless

Take off in the whip

I feel like Ricky Bobby (Ricky Bobby)

This right here my life

You thought it was a hobby

And I won't sell my soul

Cause I don't owe nobody

Can't put no money in my pocket I can't fold the wallet

Foot on the gas

Goin' fast

I like a breeze

Smokin' on that ganja

So much smoke

I hadda wheeze

Ballin' like I'm two four

Scorin' back to back I'm elite

Kob's on my feet

Feelin' hot

Gon rock 'em 'till they rot