TWO TONE
Off
Its Tballer
(On the set)
Big rackays
Big packays
Whole band in the booth

(Chorus)
I'm just tryna cop a new whip, make the fuckin’ roof gone
And check out my wrist I got the guccis and they two tone
I don't need a case, bitch, I don't got a new phone
And I’m 'bout my bread like a mofuckin' crouton
I'm just tryna cop a new whip, make the fuckin' roof gone
And check out my wrist I got the guccis and they two tone
I don't need a case, bitch, I don't got a new phone
And I'm ’bout my bread like a mofuckin’ crouton

(Verse 1)
Man, yo bitch on my dick, I smell like Dolce Gabbana
I don't know what I would do if I ain’t countin' them dollars
If you talkin' bout the gang then we might have a problem
I gotta couple blue faces that's just out of the pocket
That’s just out of the pocket
Take off like the migo, but bitch I ain't no rocket
I'm more like Rocky and I'm cocky but I'm confident
I'm colder than a hockey rink, can't smoke if you ain't got the cheese
I'm movin' in and out of here
Whippin' and it's pottle deep
Gelato yea we got the tree
They copy, all this mockery
I'm sick of all the fuckery
Get out if you ain't fuckin' me
Bitch don't waste my time just let me know that you ain't fuck with me

I gotta prove a point, bitch I got a lot of bucks
You fuckin' with the boys, then you fuckin' with some smuts
We don't play with toys, bitch we bangin' on the drums
I'll be in your bitch stomach like some mofuckin' tums

(Pre Chorus)
I'm just tryna cop a new whip, make the fuckin' roof gone
And check out my wrist I got the guccis and they two tone
I don't need a case, bitch, I don't got a new phone
And I'm 'bout my bread like a mofuckin' crouton
Yo bitch fold like a futon, aye
Blast off, Jimmy Nuetron, aye
Spread this money, Grey Poupon, aye
The bitch wack had to move on, aye
(Chorus)
I'm just tryna cop a new whip, make the fuckin' roof gone
And check out my wrist I got the guccis and they two tone
I don't need a case, bitch, I don't got a new phone
And I'm 'bout my bread like a mofuckin' crouton
I'm just tryna cop a new whip, make the fuckin' roof gone
And check out my wrist I got the guccis and they two tone
I don't need a case, bitch, I don't got a new phone
And I'm 'bout my bread like a mofuckin' crouton

(Verse 2)
It's like everyday is Christmas, light up trees year around
Baller hot now, he the talk of the town
Smokin' on the pounds and we grew it out the ground
Now, lil' bitch, im photogenic cause I'm all dripped out

Bills got a stripe like a zebra
Runnin' to racks a cheetah
Hittin my phone that's eaters
Jordans, you rockin' beaters
Jordans, you rockin 'didas
Caddy, the whip the cleanest
Bitches be on my penis
Smokin' I went to Venus

Smokin' I went to Mars
We rollin' and smokin' bars
And there ain't no key for the car
Ain't lowkey, we goin hard
I'm smokey we pokin' bars
You know me, you know we hard
Quit actin like livin' hard
Just stay up and play your part
Like uh
But now that boy hot tho
Cheese in my pants, I can guarantee it's not yo's
Made it rain, man, you gon' need a fuckin' poncho
Good gold chain karats came from Morocco

Talk shit boy, get you folded like a taco
High up in the mountains, I'm in Denver with the Broncos
Diamonds on me chilly, think they came from Santiago
'Bout to paint a picture bitches callin' me picasso, uh

Why these motherfuckers hate tho?
Please don't approach if it ain't about the pesos
Cheese in my pants, boy, I'm all about the queso
"Baller drop a hit" Okay only if you say so

(Chorus)
I'm just tryna cop a new whip, make the fuckin' roof gone
And check out my wrist I got the guccis and they two tone
I don't need a case, bitch, I don't got a new phone
And I'm 'bout my bread like a mofuckin' crouton
I'm just tryna cop a new whip, make the fuckin' roof gone
And check out my wrist I got the guccis and they two tone
I don't need a case, bitch, I don't got a new phone
And I'm 'bout my bread like a mofuckin' crouton