SC - Twos and Fews lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I do it for the Thug n***as and b**hes off in my neighborhood Bout to hit that pop with that product, make sure ya paper good Statistics ain't in my favor, but I'mma make it through it Don't work no job, man a n***a can't even get insurance How you supposed to take ya babies on a doctor visit? These conditions validate my excuse for this type of living Gotta watch these cops cause I'm pushing poison like Michael Bivins Running in your spot where you have them chickens is my religion The Stick Up Man, so cut me in or cut it out, b**h Quick to walk my dog up to your doorstep if you doubt this Bury me with Swishers and at least an ounce to bounce with Corporate Thuggin Mafia, you bout that life, or you ain't bout sh** Picture me rolling that brand new Ferrari California And the s** was great, f** a second date, it was nice to know ya A bougie b**h that can't take the smoke, she ain't like the odor Fresh off the dopehouse with geekers tweaking off my aroma f** your artists, pistol charges, man I got like two of those Better know when it come to them choppers, got quite a few of those, n***a [Hook: Freddie Gibbs] A few of those get me right for the nighttime Getting gone til I see the sunlight shine Yo pick to stay with a pack of b**hes, that's super cold That OG kush and them platinum cookies, I'm stupid blowed So whatcha need out the trunk, cause I got like two of those And when it comes to them choppers, got quite a few of those n***a [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] I said I'm fresh off my flight, n***a, New York City Had the tool in the club like I'm Shyne and Diddy Said this sh** can get ugly like Craig Mack And my n***as in ya crib asking where that bread at? Club, that means a few bottles, a few shots mayne Live and die in LV, 2pac mayne Thought they had me boxed in, boxed in the corner I guess they didn't know my momma had me on the corner? All I know is crack rock, crack spots, n***a, crack pots They say hit the dealership and buy the whole lot See I'm irresponsible, I lost the whole top And this sh** I'm smoking on, it cost a whole lot Give my n***as 20 grand, shoot up your whole block Catch ya slipping on the porch, knock off ya whole top It's the world motherf**er, next the universe Counting paper hurt my hand, I need a f**in nurse It's Young Jizzle motherf**er, I get it how I live You p**y n***as getting love, there go Gangsta Gibbs [Hook] [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Gangsta Gibbs ho Two b**hes cooking in the crib ho A quarter kilo and some Kool Aid in the fridge ho Thuggish ruggish black motherf**er in a black lac Black talon knock the letters off a snapback He pushing packages, I think he in the rat pack We got the villa in Anguila, blowing anthrax Mob sh**, there really ain't no speaking about this thing of ours Born and raised up in the G, a n***a beat the odds You see me floating to the crib with a fleet of broads Might wanna f** in my garage when they see them cars These n***as drop that goofy sh** and yeah I'm sure it sold There's real n***as rapping, there's only a few of those, n***a