lirik lagu pde twin - 4l freestyle
[intro: 2feet]
it’s 2feet
you know i got twin with me, like
luke scott
you know what i’m sayin’?
that’s like hand-in-hand, sayin’
you know i got escobar, pde escobar
you know what’s goin’ on, know what i’m sayin’
the gang with me, 4l
this ain’t no, this, this, this
this ain’t nothin’ you ain’t, you ain’t already know
you know what i’m sayin’?
you know how this sh-t go, dig what i’m sayin’?
facts, whoa
[verse 1: 2feet]
give me a beat and i’m workin’
can’t show no love, it ain’t worth it
i think i’ll wait ’til they see me
looks like we just scratched the surface
diamonds be dancin’ like mk
i’m rockin’ gucci like mj
my b-tch, she bad like kim k
most of these b-tches just in the way
cartier frames make me see better
i pour up the drank out the tea kettle
she drop her panties whenever she see me
if i drop a tape, this sh-t gon’ be on repeat
these n-ggas been hatin’ on me for a while
i go through a storm, it’s takin’ my child
i weathered the storm and came out on top
thought you was poppin’, i showed ’em he not
i collect the paperwork until that sh-t rot
bro down the road with a lock in the sock
say he gon’ come home and buy him a rip
by the time he get out, sh-t i’ll probably be rich
sh-t i’ll probably be on, i done took off, i’m gone
shawty drippin’ too hard, boy, you got that sh-t on
if he right or he wrong, i’ma ride for my dawg
if i say it’s on sight then you know that sh-t locked
give a f-ck where you at, we’ll shoot up the mall
you ain’t no player, one call, that’s all
pde twin with me ’til the bed lie
he’ll send your b-tch ho through the mailbox
need a .223 with a kickstand
go through bricks, he’ll take down big man
minivan, slide them doors
shawty better hide his folks
i’m one gang, i’ma ride for my n-ggas
you claim three gangs, d-ck ridin’ -ss n-gga
who the h-ll dude? f-ck let these n-ggas in?
huncho the one who gon’ spin
throwin’ these racks in the wind
i go get the money and take care my kin
i just want my n-ggas to win
f-ck it, just listen to twin
[verse 2: pde twin]
drop the roof on the foreign and you know i do the dash
all that ig beef, you n-ggas ’bout to make me spazz
want a brick or a half? i’ma serve you at the door
you want some more
country boy want a load, we hit the road, oh
big sticks, glocks, n-ggas ain’t with it
finesse a n-gga out the pack, n-gga
we done tricked you out this ticket, um
we want that load
my n-gga, we want that load
we done did a n-gga down bad
done stripped him out his clothes, uh
stripped him out his clothes
don’t f-ck with him, he told
i’ll never go out bad, n-gga, i would never fold, uh
street sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t with it
n-gga always in the street, n-gga, yeah, always suspended, uh
i’m on the block, crack rock all in my sock
pop a perc with fatsane, pour a four out a baby bottle, uh
pop a xan, a n-gga sneakin’, geekin’
these n-ggas be b-tches, leeches
h-ll yeah, we mistreat ’em, eat ’em
h-ll nah, we don’t feed ’em, leave ’em
[verse 3: pde escobar]
whoa whoa whoa whoa
i’m in the coupe, it’s a two-seater
i’m pourin’ fours up, n-gga, in the two liter
n-gga try me, you the walkin’ dead
ooh, yeah, i’m the grim reaper
ooh, yeah, the chopper gon’ great you (what else?)
whoa, whoa whoa (yeah)
i cook that crack in the trenches
all i wanna do is, n-gga, run up my digits
big ar, it’s a hundred round stick
got your b-tch on the addy so she gon’ pay attention
ooh, ho, you gon’ dig my pimpin’ (uh-huh)
matter fact, ho, you gon’ dig this drippin’ (drip drip)
these young n-ggas ’round me totin’ glizzy (glizzy)
ooh, don’t think you gon’ come to my hood (nah)
p-ssy n-gga, your facecard ain’t good (nah)
4l gang, n-gga, yeah, we get to it, ugh (let’s get it)
yeah, yeah yeah yeah, ooh
in the kitchen, cookin’ crack, yeah yeah yeah, ooh
and i got a dirty mac, yeah yeah yeah, uh
pde all on the map (pde)
f-ckin’ with the gang, n-gga, you’ll get clapped, yeah
i ride with that strap on my lap
this water on me, n-gga touch, you get clapped (water)
yeah, psh-psh-pew, put you down bad
uh, yeah, two hundred the dash
uh, yeah, the coupe go fast
your ho givin’ head so i hope it don’t crash
ooh, i think that perc on my -ss (it is)
[outro: pde escobar]
yeah, yeah yeah yeah
yeah, whoa whoa whoa whoa
uh, yeah yeah yeah
whoa, whoa, whoa whoa whoa, whoa, ugh
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