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Truly Unruly

2WO OR THR33 (Prod. by GroovyRoom)

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Poppin’ off shots up out Mozzi
Shorty too hot she off the molly
We was on the block goin’ Ricky Bobby
Fast lil mommy she licked the loli

Ohhh I got two or three traps
Bitch look my shades they
cost two or three stacks
Two or three chain in like
two or three straps
Make it out my hood
you need two or three maps

Two or three phone
I got two or three phones
Even my main bitch got
two or three hoes
Shorty real exotic she like
two or three tones
Told her blow a bag at like
two or three stoh’s
I don’t fuck with cats, only
two or three bros
Every time I pop out tote
two or three poles
When it come to cash
I got two or three flow’s
I be everywhere like
I got two or three two or three clones

Two or three hundred
I don’t know I done lost count
Bust down a rolly, change
my mind get the frost out
Got my little weight up
in these streets now I’m bossed out
Remember lil bitch had me
trippin’ now she crossed out
I’ve been in the hood tryna
get it now My loft out
Somewhere mountain view
see a crane when I glanced out
Black bandanas everywhere
like we gothed out
Chopper hit his noodle,
he a poodle, spill the broth out
Beef in my city you don’t know
not just tech world
Sucker clout chasin ,
that ain’t flexin’ , that’s my left curl
Right hand whippin’ might
throw thirty’s on the humvee
Call my chopper Kiki cause
I know that she love me
I’m a young Ryu go E. Honda on a Chun Li
Flexin’ like Zangief ever since a young G
I was down bad now I’m up in a plush V
Still a slide on you cause
I’m straight up out the straight up out the

Two or three phone
I got two or three phones
Even my main bitch got
two or three hoes
Shorty real exotic she like
two or three tones
Told her blow a bag at like
two or three stoh’s
I don’t fuck with cats, only
two or three bros
Every time I pop out tote
two or three poles
When it come to cash I got
two or three flow’s
I be everywhere like I got
two or three two or three clones

Twenty five thousand for
like thirty call me Barry Bond
Getting’ all this overhead
oh ain’t no carry on
Let that thing bang a rang boy
ain’t no cherry bomb
Tatted up with dreads, hoes
think I’m Post Malone
When we run down on them
couple hundred number cones
Yeah I got them cows boy
I ain’t talking’ Jerry Jones
X that boy out call me
Dez I be in the zone
Walkin’ away while I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ I gettin’ my culinary on
Bang my line but don’t say too much
All I do is get paid too much
Slide in club but don’t say too much
Cause pussy boy I just hate too much
Young boy got Jesus touch
Meet Ya maker don’t pray too much
Buku chopper that Drako buss
Feddi’s coming, that cake tin flush
Get it right back like two three months
I don’t get high unless two three blunts
Big boy weight like two three trunks
I COD no need for fronts
Get it right back like two three months
I don’t get high unless two three blunts
Big boy weight like two three trunks
I COD no need for fronts

Two or three phone I got
two or three phones
Even my main bitch got
two or three hoes
Shorty real exotic she like
two or three tones
Told her blow a bag at like
two or three stoh’s
I don’t fuck with cats, only
two or three bros
Every time I pop out tote
two or three poles
When it come to cash
I got two or three flow’s
I be everywhere like I got
two or three two or three clones

Tap in with the plug show me
two or three packs
I got all the pull I swim two or three laps
Milli real soon we ain’t talkin’ no cap
Lowercase J you just lookin’ like I
Big body V got’em lookin’ like why (y)
I said big body V got’em
lookin’ like why (y)
That’s the letter keep a wetter,
streets lookin’ too dry
All I say is let’s get it like
I’m Woodie Gochild