2 12's

I got two 12's in the trunk
Will I? They could, now they blowing (Blow blow)
I got' stop turning it up (Turning it, turning it)
This what you doing, it wrong (Brrt)
I just be calling they bluffs (Calling it, calling it)
But they never pick up the phone (They never pick it up)
I guess when push come to shove (Uh)
They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah)
I got two 12's in this trunk (Yeah)
Will I? They could, now they blowing (Yeah, yeah)
I guess I'm turning it up (Yeah)
This what you doing it wrong (Yeah, yeah)
I just be calling they bluffs (Yeah)
But they never pick up the phone (Yeah, yeah)
I guess when push come to shove (Yeah)
They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah, yeah)

They keep on singing a lot, I know
What do you want from me?
You want a piece of the pie, it shows
Pardon my manners and pardon my grammar
I do this for love
Put that on my grandma
I'm wearing my cutoffs
Like I'm David Banner
I hand out my 10's
And nobody even knows I'm a star
Life is a beach with a private cabana
We hanging like banner
Play that drum, and it hit like a hammer
I ain't done, and I show 'em the handles
Push they button like I'm changing the channel
Same pattern, different day, like you rocking a flannel
Speakers get blown like a candle
Rappers that don't look their part, I'm the perfect example

I got two 12's in this trunk (Yeah)
Will I? They could, now they blowing (Yeah, yeah)
I guess I'm turning it up (Yeah)
This what you doing it wrong (Yeah, yeah)
I just be calling they bluffs (Yeah)
But they never pick up the phone (Yeah, yeah)
I guess when push come to shove (Yeah)
They might get knocked off they throne (Yeah, yeah)

I guess I gotta say it
Thought you knew, but I shouldn't assume
When I spit you gonna take it like vitamins
Watch how I'm moving, maneuver
I'm splitting these waves
While you just be riding them
I set the standard, don't lie
Decided to be fly, if you up I'm the pilot then
You wanna test me, then push me
And keep something real
'Cause you gonna say goodbye to it
Who rapping circles round the kids?
Why you telling fibs?
Give this boy big
I can kill a catalog
With just my lips
I pretend I didn't see it
Let him live
You pretend you got the heat
Even got a seat
Even get to eat
If you wanna meet
Let me know the deets
If you wanna beat
Levels, six deep
Wait, let me chill a bit
With the bliss
Remember this
I stand alone
Challenge don't exist
Don't gotta explain
Only get the gist
Only gotta take what therapy insists
Only got it if you wanna see the Son
It's a lot of fish, swimming with piranhas
Two 12's in the trunk
Know I got the jump
Take me for a chump (Yeah)