Two One (feat. Young Slo-Be, EBK PayWes & EBK Durkio)

Ayy, free my thugs, though

(Jew3lz)

Free Sleaze, man, free all the sleaze

Free the deadly, free the man

Man, free all the thugs, man

We waitin' on they touch-downs, man

Nightingale, 2-1, HotBoiiz

I got enough of all this rappin' shit (Hey, what the fuck?)

Oh, you don't believe me? Ask them ****, we be clappin' shit (Hey, go and ask 'em)

Said you on that block, we just slid through, where you at with it? (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I been throwin' bullets in the field, ain't talkin' Kaepernick (Ah-ah-ah-ah)

Tuh, hah, like, cuddy, go long (Ayy, cuddy, go long)

Ain't got a pole? Get it together, that's a no-no (Get it together)

Don't play with 9s, all of my gleezies come in 4-0s (40s and up)

Your mans a rat, I heard he workin' with the po-po (Hey, what the fuck?)

Out in AZ gettin' the shh for the low (For the low)

Can't discuss what we gettin', just know they comin' in, though (They comin' in)

On the road for ten hours straight with this dumb ho (With this stupid bitch)

She talkin' too much, she don't even know I'm finna leave this ho (She finna get left)

If you see me outside, just know I'm headed to some pros (I'm headed to them)

Close that backdoor, you know we gotta watch them weirdos (We gotta watch 'em)

You talkin' spicy on the phones, I hope you know they tappin' those

Say somethin' slick, I'ma throw you ten, then reload

Treat this bitch like the '90s, ****, I need my backend (I need that backend)

**** with an attitude, but I got this MAC-10

Ayy, ayy, talkin' 'bout cliquin' up, we is not friends (What the fuck?)

Lil' bitch beggin' me for ones, don't want no lap dance (On 2-1, ****)

It's 2-1, **** (Ayy), give me a high-five (Ayy)

Sike, I'ma beat your ass, now I'm Popeye (Boy, come here)

Everything is not gucci, I am not Clyde (Ah)

Oohwee, baby, break your back for a real **** (Ayy, ayy)

Can't be real, ****, where your cleats? Get in the field, **** (Ayy)

**** tryna rap beef with us, want a deal, ****?

Ayy, ayy, bro just bought a crate, we got our blicks up (We got our what?)

I'm poppin' out with baby Jackie Chan, I ain't Chris Tuck' (I ain't Tuck', ****)

Play it smooth, but I'm gon' pull the move, I got blick tucked (I pull a move on it)

Who is dude? Actin' like we bool, we don't cliqued up (We ain't cool, ****)

Like how the fuck you claim you from the G, but you be tucked? (Get in the streets, ****)

You the type to get behind that pole and go and freeze up (You gon' freeze, ****)

This **** claimin' he a real P, but he free fuck (What the fuck?)

Team duck, her and her friend chose up, now it's team us (Team us)

Ayy, ayy