D-Celli - 2in10s lyrics

[Verse 1: D-Celli] Cumming off the top, I fill her with words Lyrical a**a**in, a k**er with words Sharpening my sk**s ‘til I'm winning awards So you can see me cutting b**hes like umbilical cords Dope white rapper; I'm k**in' the elephant Queen in a game of chess; I keep it moving with elegance Strategy, standing still Tragic moves for the hell of it Cause it ain't about rap, its bout the way that you selling it (But) [Hook: D-Celli] Beats keep bumping; green leaf Dutches Keep my piffy sitting pretty rolled up nice an comfy Be that dude that come from nothing Only hear me if I'm lucky So I'm rapping like I'm stunting Cause my attitude is f** It (x2) [Verse 2: D-Celli] Dat dude Dylan sicka dealin' dime for dollars Used to battle rap on porches Now Porsches, Benz', Impalas College dropout, see me drop into your college My hustle ain't got a knocker So its Blah-Kah if you knock it Night of the living dead, I be that dude that can't be boxed in Awkward, I box lefty, ain't that dude you wanna be boxin' All about my profit, only clock in for deposits Tried to flip the flop and lost it, now it's back up in my pocket I told you I'm a hustla, I turn 2 into 10 I seen a criss pair of Jays, so I copped 2 in 10s Every blunt that you smoke, I'm taking two to the face I got J.s so Cole, you think they riding the bench This is my Warm-Up, my Come-Up Just the thoughts that I thunk up They saying, f** us. Then they f** us We can love but don't trust ‘em k**ing roaches, leaving leaches got no room for these s**as They tryna bust a rhyme like Busta Rhymez, but all I hear is bustas This that real sh**, ill sh**, flippin' the k** switch Dylan in the buildin', f** if you feel it Got a bad b**h that I keep on the low Got a stash box that I keep in the flo' Got a pocket full of profit from the baggies that I sold And an inbox full cause they know I'm bouta blow, so Local to global; fans from these promos Name ringing bells like Quasi Moto [Hook: D-Celli x2]