Twos

ian (Trap)

Compositor: Ian Smith

Been a very strange day

I heard that you found your way, outta here
We send ten out the K, to his head (Cutspace)
Just stay out the way
He too scared of the fye-fye-fye
And don't put your hands up
Don't throw it away, what we have
Never goin' away, I'll be right here
Lil' bro on the way to take yo' mans
Take care of your gang with both my hands

Your ho' just texted my phone, it's been a whole night, what else?
I sleep well 'cause I know that I got my fye, It's tucked
Waited months for these Japanese denim, they not my size, whatever
Waited months for you and your gang, I been outside, come get me
You can search the whole world for this jacket, you not gon' find it
This clip got ten times ten in it, bitch, come find it
This wrist cost ten times ten, I can't even tell the time from it
I wasn't rackin' the bread, I was countin' the mouse we ain't found yet
I need to get far away from here, I'm gettin' tired of everything
I need to take me a break from us, but she love the taste of the bitter thing
Reminiscin' on my better days
I just wanna be a kid again
This shit makin' my head ache
Is anybody out there listenin'?
Can anybody out there hear me?
Got a freak ho' throwin' me helmet
Too high, I don't feel like I'm human
Whole gang puffin' top shelf
Wave the fye, but he never shoot it
Way before I knew you, you was nothin'
Mac's dad, bitch, I'm up to somethin'
Slide down, we ain't throwin' punches
Pipe down 'fore we come and dump you
Watch my step for the gang, when we slide, we do it in twos
If that's really your thing, then why does she love me too?
She like feelin' the rays, I cut off the whole damn roof
Throwin' dirt on my name, I'll snap that boy into two

I heard that you found your way, outta here
We send ten out the K, to his head (Cutspace)
Just stay out the way
He too scared of the fye-fye-fye
And don't put your hands up
Don't throw it away, what we have
Never goin' away, I'll be right here
Lil' bro on the way to take yo' mans
Take care of your gang with both my hands