Minus 2 Yeat

[Intro]
I ain't rappin today (Bitch I hit the mall)

[Chorus]
This whole day I ain't even gon' rap (Uh-uh, no way)
Yeah, this whole song I ain't even gon' rap at all (Go head, tell 'em)
Finna speak sign language, 'til you get racks up (Ah, huh)
I took a sit on my ass, and went faster (Swerve)
911 coupe, 911 swerve (Swerve, yeah-yeah)
Woke up to the blues, woke up to the birds (Brr, yeah)
Yeah, you better watch your words (Yeah)
You know that I know where it hurts you
You know that I know when it's issues (Yeah)
Coochie so damn wet (The best)
Wipe off my dick with a tissue (Ahh)
Clean off my dick with your mouth (Get out), put me under your mami (Mami)
I was just at the store (Yeah), yeah, this bitch in the Tesla was lookin' at me (Lookin' at me)
I got your whore girl lookin' at me, I got the whole world lookin' at me (Oh yeah)
It's crazy, the ice on they neck, they just rented (What?)
All of my windows is tinted
The coupe 911, it swerve on the business (Swerve, ah)
Yeah, went ahead, swerved on they ass, on the cops, cause bitch, I been minding my business, they need to mind theirs too
They ain't even really had no baddie, they need to find their 2 (They need to find their 2)

[Verse]
Yeah, I ain't even pour up a six of the Wock', I poured up a minus two (A four)
Yeah, I been up all day this X, I been up all day this X (Ecstasy)
No, I don't know if this bad, but I feel my heart too much, beatin' outta my chest (Why?)
She play my dick like a flute (Woo-hoo), I play the world like it's chess
Yeah, she asking me "What do I do?", yeah, say "Shut up", I bust on her chest