Two versuri

Two lyrics by Tuck Nuisance

Verse 1
I’ve been doin’ this shit for a minute now
Nah, there’s not a chance, I’ma simmer down
I hit it once, hit it twice, I can’t go several rounds
A lot of old friends feelin’ bitter now

Savages on board, they don’t do it like us
My dawgs off the chain, they don’t really bark much
Got that XL if you’re lookin’ for the deluxe
I don’t take no L, got that X like Elon Musk
Been out this world, so you better give me space
They try to keep up, they can’t do it at my pace
I’ma one of one unknown, so you better phone home
Don’t get in my lane or zone, any fuck shit I don’t condone

Want a good girl and a bad one who likes it rough
Not the type to stutter, I’m the type to call your bluff
They say I’ve done a lot, I don’t think I’ve done enough
I’m just getting started, they don’t know I’m warming up

Chorus
I got two middle fingers and they both for the feds
I got two bad bitches and they chillin’ in my bed
I got two of everything for all the ones who want me dead
I got too much going on, I got too much in my head

I got two middle fingers and they both for the feds
I got two bad bitches and they chillin’ in my bed
I got two of everything for all the ones who want me dead
I got too much going on, I got too much in my head

Verse 2
I don’t sip, but I still gotta double cup
Keep some baddies ‘round me with some double cups
Anytime I make a play, you know I double up
No one’s ever had to tell me, get my hustle up

I’m a Colorado native, I got packs of that za
A needle in a haystack, and this is the last straw
Since I was a kid, I gave a fuck about the law
Always kept myself protected, though these bitches want it raw

I got two different phones, I been on my Kevin Gates
Don’t ever get tired, gotta get out Section 8
I’m smoking two grams out a blunt
They say it’s stone cold, how I stunt

Flip two birds, don’t give a fuck
I’m not fuckin’ with hatin’ schmucks
Doin’ what I want, got sick of doin’ what I can’t
Been an MVP, even with two rings like Durant

If you can’t afford two, then you can’t afford one
Now they know I’m warming up, and I only just begun

Chorus
I got two middle fingers and they both for the feds
I got two bad bitches and they chillin’ in my bed
I got two of everything for all the ones who want me dead
I got too much going on, I got too much in my head

I got two middle fingers and they both for the feds
I got two bad bitches and they chillin’ in my bed
I got two of everything for all the ones who want me dead
I got too much going on, I got too much in my head
I got too much going on, I got too much in my head