2WO OR THR33 - Avatar Darko

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 pussyboy 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, we got 'em lookin' like why (Why?)

I said big body, we got 'em lookin' like why (Why?)

That’s the letter keep a wetter, streets lookin' too dry

All I say is let’s get it like I’m Woodie Gochild