2 Hands - Icewear Vezzo, Sada Baby

Yo what’s up Lue

P Dot got that pack!

Yeah, it’s mud over liquor, that’s the constitution

Catch an opp while he lacking, I’m an opportunist

$ 30,000 necklace, the watch got mucus

Niggas cops and be ratting, they hot and Stuie’s

She only tell me that she loves me when it’s beneficial

Wear my jewelry out in public, yeah, I’ve been official

Nigga touch one of mine and I’m sending missiles

I’ll let this bitch fly while we’re in the venue

I’ve been backdooring Barkley’s, need an intervention

I’ve been back selling wocki, need a bigger kitchen

We make sure we hit our target, ain’t no hit or missing

Bust dweller on my arm, this bitch jilt and ticking

I get higher than a nigga finna go to court

I got fire like a nigga that ain’t go to work

I’m so lit 'round this bitch, I can’t go in stores

Swear to God, niggas starving, need a bowl and fork

Spent whatever on my fit, this designer fashion

Yeah, nigga catch me broke, go’n sign my cast

I perform on the stage, got 5, 4 mags

Real CEO, fuck around, sign my dad

Ain’t no rules to this shit, I ain’t playing fair

Ain’t no drugs in the room, I ain’t staying there

Only came to the club, I got paid in there

Free my nigga Jet, I heard he had his way in there

Now watch me push them bitches off me with the two hands

Aye, hm, with the two hands

Watch me push these bitches off me with the two hands

Aye, aye, with the two hands

A’watch me push them bitches off me with the two hands

Hmm, hmm, trap still banging, yeah, I move grams

Watch me push them bitches off me with the two hands

I said the trap still -- Aye, aye!

Niggas homeless, always booling at their mans brib

Niggas hoes, always talking 'bout what their man said

These Amiri’s niggas can’t afford my pants leg

If I drop a four it’s to the face, I can’t share the red

Knock the hair off buddy’s head, we won’t spare a dread

Seven AK’s, five niggas in the caravan

No drive by’s, blood, park that thang parallel

Hop out that bitch and show them niggas why they scared of us

We might be the richest, toughest niggas in America

Every bitch that got my number be texting me paragraphs

I’ma keep on buying everything that I never had

Big brib, High tech, fountain with a helipad

I’ma keep on buying bricks, 'cause I sell 'em fast

Yo' kids be hitting my shit, with yo' jealous ass

Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah

Pinot mellow bag

Soon’s it touch down, me and Wow Man gon' move the bag

I be on them flights, first class, eating Gefilte fish

I be off them percs, fucking so fast, be done killed the bitch

Boogie oogie oogie on a bitch, still get ignorant

Smoking all the cookie in this bitch, still belligerent

Young bitch just got her body done, still look innocent

Lean s’posed to have my body numb, still be feeling it

Push them bitches off me with the two hands, I’m getting it

Get a pint of lean for sixteen, not two bands, I’m feeling it

HUUH

Now watch me push them bitches off me with the two hands

Aye, hm, with the two hands

Watch me push these bitches off me with the two hands

Aye, aye, with the two hands

A’watch me push them bitches off me with the two hands

Hmm, hmm, trap still banging, yeah, I move grams

Watch me push them bitches off me with the two hands

I said the trap still -- Aye, aye!

P Dot got that pack!