"2k2k" lyrics

Baby I get wavey every time I hit the dope
Remember days when I had nothin heat the house up with the stove
Me and momma use to be on the beat so broke
Me and homie sharin clothes
Me and homie sharin clothes
Get a cup and get a scale and make the [?] and make a mil
Got a cup full of juice I'm trappin outside of the rental
Bitch you catch me creepin I been lurkin in the window
She been feeling on my pants its my dick it is extendo

Flip a brick and got everything that I ever fucking wanted
But it feels like I've been haunted ever since I was a kid
See the shadows in my room, telling me I need to quit
What's the point of me living if I can give away my sin
What's the point of me praying if I ain't got no one to pray to
Bitch say she love me but she lying out her fake tooth
Stupid bitch, swear to god that I hate you
I hate the fact that I will never fucking change you

I want a Beretta, I'm getting this chedda, the dope take control if I let it
I ain't no tella, someday you see me do betta but right now it's kinda whatever
I get her wetta, Glock for my ghutta bruddas any weather, grabbin choppas out the cella
223. Bust your melon, and I'm kicking fantas
Sippin' dirty Fanta out the double cup and I'm getting wavy as I creep up on her bubblebutt
Ask pussy boy how I hit em with the uppercut

Stomp em, stomp em, make em freeze
I ain't stopping till I see him deceased
I ain't stopping till I scatter his teeth
Stomp em, stomp em, in the street

Stomp em, stomp em, in the street
Stomp em, stomp em, in the street