2 For 1 Lyrics – Key Glock
Glizock
Glock Schwarzenegger (Yeah), I’ll terminate you (Uh)
Arts and crafts, *** (What?), I’m playin’ with the paper (Yeah)
Sippin’ syrup, maple (Uh), drippin’ in Bottega (Yeah)
I just pulled up with my chopper like the Undertaker
I’m a money maker (Yeah), I get it on the wake-up (Uh)
I’m a rich ***, but I still might pull a cape up (Yeah)
Never been a hater (Uh), I stay in my lane (Lane)
Heater on my waist (Waist), it’s a cold game (Cold game)
Ain’t got no shame (No shame), I’m tryna whack somethin’ (Whack somethin’)
Round of applause (Applause), I’m tryna clap somethin’ (Clap somethin’)
Yeah, these niggas *** (***), they need tampons (Tampons)
I got ten foreigns (Foreigns), told Glizock pick one (Uh)
Yeah
Too many whips, I can’t decide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Too many *** on my *** and three many niggas hate my grind
Ten toes down, I need all of mine
Yeah, I be gettin’ money, like, all the time
I might drop a bag, but don’t drop no dimes (Uh-uh)
I’ve been runnin’ this *** up for a while
Yeah, yeah, please pass me my cup, cup, tryna get ***, Elton John (Yeah)
Bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run (Yeah)
Bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run
And ain’t *** change, ***, I’m still goin’ dumb (Yeah)
And dumb (Yeah) and dumber (Yeah)
I make this *** look Yeezy, niggas masked up like Donda (Fah)
Yellow diamonds on me, this *** hittin’ hard like thunder (Uh)
I’m all about my bread, every motherfuckin’ crumble (Yeah)
Thirty rounds in my G-lock, hit you with a combo (Bah)
Yeah, I used to be up on the block just like Mutombo (Yeah)
If it’s about money, then I’m all ears, Dumbo (Yeah)
I wake up every mornin’, grab my heat, like Alonzo, *** (Uh, uh, uh)
Too many whips, I can’t decide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Too many *** on my *** and three many niggas hate my grind
Ten toes down, I need all of mine
Yeah, I be gettin’ money, like, all the time
I might drop a bag, but don’t drop no dimes (Uh-uh)
I’ve been runnin’ this *** up for a while (Yeah)
Money comin’ in, I stack it in piles (Yeah)
Brand new whip came with no miles
Like P.O.P., just hold it down
It’s paper over ***, I am not no clown (Uh-uh)
If I hold my wrist up, we just might drown
My T-rex pick up a hundred thou’
Glizock, I’m a dog, but I do not growl (Uh-uh)
But my diamonds bite
I get higher than a satellite
These niggas ain’t nothin’ but snakes and mice
Gamblin’ with life with a pair of dice
This *** ain’t sweet, ain’t paradise (Uh-uh)
Ran the money up, I ain’t scared of heights
But if I go broke, I might pull a heist
Ran the money up, I ain’t scared of heights (Uh-uh)
But if I go broke, I might pull a kick door (Let’s go)
Dough (Dough), dough (Dough), dough (Dough)
Dough (Dough), dough (Dough), dough (Dough)
Yeah, I’m all about that dough (Yeah)
Green light, it’s a go (Yeah)
Glizock, that’s my bro (Yeah)
And it’s bros over hoes (Hoes)
Yeah, these niggas hoes (Hoes)
Uh
Glizock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)