2 Live Lyrics

[Intro: Draco McCoy]
We in the dungeons with it nigga
Yeah, ooh, uh

[Chorus: Draco McCoy]
Yeah, ooh, in the function with the boof
I give a f*ck about the rules
Left the venue puffin' like I'm Snoop, ah-yeah
Poof, I'm stuffin' sluts up in the coupe
I press the button then I vroom
f*ck the feds, zoomin', know you seen us flew by, yeah
I, I been gettin' way way too high
Don't try my niggas man, they may shoot out
I'm tryna get it way way too live
They said that I wouldn't, I did it

[Verse 1: Draco McCoy]
This shit is easy
Diamonds stomp the yard, Chris Breezy
Wild out with a shawty then please me
Shout out to the ones who didn't leave me
The rest you can die, uh
Shawty off the bars, getting sleepy
Molly got me charged, hitting greedy
Hennessy, all you niggas wig please please
Step to the side, uh
In that moshpit like I'm tryna rip some heads off
Hit that fire bitch like I'm tryna rip her legs off
Gettin' profits, bitch I'm tryna see that bread call
Niggas not shit, they ain't tryna see that red rum
I'm in that Ford like it's a foreign still far from the wheel, uh
I was born to kill, off that fossil, you know it's real
Bitch I'm a solid nigga
I see 'em, they watching, they pissed 'cause I got it nigga
I'm a profit nigga
I get it, I got it, I'm never gon' drop it
I promise, put it on my mama nigga, ah
Sippin' sippin', body full of liquor, ah With it with it, they ain't f*cking with us, ah
Baby want to take a picture
Hatin' niggas stay on Twitter
They ain't with us, they just know we with it bitch

[Chorus: Draco McCoy]
Yeah, ooh, in the function with the boof
I give a f*ck about the rules
Left the venue puffin' like I'm Snoop, ah-yeah
Poof, I'm stuffin' sluts up in the coupe
I press the button then I vroom
f*ck the feds, zoomin', know you seen us flew by, yeah
I, I been gettin' way way too high
Don't try my niggas man, they may shoot out
I'm tryna get it way way too live
They said that I wouldn't, I did it

[Verse 2: Mathaius Young]
Never pressed 'bout a bitch
Never pressed 'bout a bitch nigga
Time to flex for your best friend
Call a hearse, tell 'em come and get 'em
Road runnin', money bag, always bustin' moves like quarterback
Big pockets for them big racks
Countin' cheese, I can smell a rat
Little toy, Ricki Lake, barely talk, can't relate
Money counter, cool me down
Being high, never coming down
Making plays, make somethin' shake
Gain a couple pounds like I'm sellin' weight
First album let the first tape
You in last place, got the worst tape
Hah, admit it, stealing swag for a penny
Or for a dime, I got plenty
Catchin' work all through the city
Hah, great, got a nigga running late
Doin' laps like I'm in a race
Money on the line like a date

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