"Two23" lyrics

This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc
Al Geno on the track

We back to back, two baby gats, a lot of racks up in the wind
Hide and seek, .2-23, hop out the tree and let it spray
I was taught to get respect by any means, I caught the way
I'm the first to shoot this bitch and I won't let you get away

Got the hip monster, send you to the hip doctor
My niggas do pop-ups, we move like a true mobster
You see my wrist lock up yeah you see my wrist lock up
R.I.P. to every nigga crossed us
She gon' suck my dick for a new Chanel chinchilla
I don't want no pics, you can't kick it with a rich nigga
Ain't tryna hear shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout six figure
Ain't tryna hear shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout six figure

Gotta watch your people
And this world full of evil

It's a whole lot of people count on me
So you know how I gotta keep that fire on me
I caught a charge in New York, it's pendin'
And I don't even know how much I'm spendin'

And I don't even know how much we winnin'
But I know we winnin'
And I'm steady grinnin'

I talked to bro today, be back in lockup
And I can't even do another pop-up
He was in the halfway house
That nigga was halfway out
But it just ain't panned out
And I done fought so many demons
Time for the angels to start intervenin'
Steady dreamin'

And I want moms to feel this shit. Yeah, yeah

Got the hip monster, send you to the hip doctor
My niggas do pop-ups, we move like a true mobster
You see my wrist lock up and my wrist lock up
R.I.P. to every nigga crossed us
She gon' suck my dick for a new Chanel chinchilla
I don't want no pics, you can't kick it with a rich nigga
Ain't tryna hear shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout six figure
Ain't tryna hear shit if you ain't talkin' 'bout six figure