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Lil 2z

2 Hunna

 

2 Hunna

(Album: Ashes 2 Ashes - 2020)


(H2 got the, H2 got the bangers)

See, I rep that 2 shit like I took a boo-boo
These niggas just barking, all I hear is, "Roof, roof"
Nigga tried to run off with some bread, is you cuckoo?
Ain't no touching my chain, this ain't T.I. and New New
They say I'm fucked up 'cause I hit these hoes once
Then I leave 'em on read like Lil 2z was SuWoop
And I don't be worried 'bout none of these niggas
They stay watching me like Lil 2z was Hulu
If you say that it's beef, you get flipped with a spatula
I'm good with my math, yeah, I'm good with my algebra
I'm riding to the end like a goddamn Acura
I'm coming for necks like Lil 2z was Dracula
I love when I smack on that ass and it jiggle
They call me Lil 2z but ain't nothing little
It's only one nigga I know that popped iron for me
And I don't know 'bout the rest of these niggas
Feliz Navidad, I ain't stressing these niggas
I'm finna push up, I ain't texting these niggas
That hustle shit, that was the recipe, nigga
I'm stuck in my ways to the death of me, nigga
I been stacking my bands like I'm hooping with Joel
I need some more cheese that can go with this Rotel
And we had a door number, didn't have a doorbell
And we was fucked up, living hotel to hotel
And I smell like a pound of some good marijuana
When I count up a hundred, I catch me a boner
I step with my brothers, I ain't talking Jonas
I been social distanced before the corona
This shit just come natural, I don't need a reminder
This shit made in Dallas, it ain't made in China
I'm black and I'm white, but this ain't no Desiigner
I don't fuck with these niggas like a stanking vagina
And I don't know shit about baking, but I want me some more bread
I already nutted, but she wanna give more head
Ride on that dick like a brand-new moped
Bitch, I'm a dog, I just ain't got the four legs
I'm from Lynn Haven, we slept on the blow bed
Where you wake up and roaches'll be on your forehead
I'm serving the youngins, I'm serving the oldheads
I'm standing ten toes 'til I ain't got no legs

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