2 Killys

Grrrt
(Jay-Jay Cactus)
Pow-pow-pow-pow
Uh-wow! (Ah-ah-ah)

Man down, one killer on the left
Get down, one killer on the right
I'm stackin' cash on the side
All black, I'm a thief in the night (all black)

If I roll in with the .44 (brrt)
Your show’s over (aha, paw)
They want my attention
Come on, I just want the million

In God’s hands with the usual crew
Here in the hood, crazy, you’re just a backup
They act like G's only when there’s twenty
Bang-Bang-Bang, I’ll make you feel the heat

Mix Medellín with Ibuprofen
The car’s packed, man, I won’t slow down
Goes solo, no need for practice
Free my homies locked up in the pen

Terrorist rap, we come in full force
Click-clack-boom, we take down your crew
Stop that capping, you talk more than a parrot
Skinny’s here to take all the gold

Gotta get back on my savage mode
More money, more fake friends, that’s for sure
Latex gloves and a covered face
Squats open, kicking down the door

Man down, one killer on the left
Get down, one killer on the right
I'm stackin' cash on the side
All black, I'm a thief in the night (all black)

If I roll in with the .44 (brrt)
Your show’s over (aha, paw)
They want my attention
Come on, I just want the million

Had to call my shooter to handle the issue
Skinny .44, they wanna stop it (pow, pow, pow)
Who are those guys dressed in jackets?
We’re the ones running, no capping

Man down, one killer on the left, no cap
Two opps got shot in the head (pow)
Ready for war, I’m chasing this cash
If it ain't about money, I don’t give a damn

Shoulder to shoulder with BK and Buba
Break his face before he gets too bold
I keep my word, I don’t make excuses
Signed in the streets, they hear me all the way to Cuba

Juggin' for the check, I’m feelin' like 50
Making money in all the cities
Whippin' in the Benz, copying one killer
I gotta move, can’t be chillin'

There’s control at that roundabout
Drop the package and grab the round
Bitch-ass nigga, better hide your ass
If they ask, play dumb

Man, if you get mad, you’ll take a hit
We don’t sleep here, bro, wake up
We’re in crisis, kicking down doors
If the black guy aims, he always hits (pow, pow, pow)

Man down, one killer on the left
Get down, one killer on the right
I'm stackin' cash on the side
All black, I'm a thief in the night (all black)

If I roll in with the .44 (brrt)
Your show’s over (aha, paw)
They want my attention
Come on, I just want the million

(Pow, pow, pow)
Ah, ah
.44