Текст пісні Two Cups - Young Pappy

Two Cups

We the realest niggas round here
Reporting live from the pole where its cold
If he ain’t from the pole where its cold don’t come down here
Just come round here get found here
Another body turn his momma smile to a frown here
Ha! I’m getting tired of this lifestyle
That 30 with ain’t nobody trying to fight now (nah)
Applying pressure knot a nigga up in sight now
Up the pipe on him make a goofy nigga pipe down
That ice on me bling bow they be like wow
Its time to turn up nigga, no more mister nice guy
I don’t pop molly really but today I might try
They took my big brother Mensa I’m thinking like why
Was it the money, was it the cars
Was it the way that he was stunting was he flexing to hard
Was it the way he was finessing trying to stack or starve
Cause everything he see a nigga he wanna hear some bars
Like Pap, you go harder than prona
Yo father yo momma yo mom momma never knew my pop
Father was one of the only niggas condoning in my drama
So if you gone smoke for me I want you to pour for me on 2
For my big brother 2
Cause man that nigga had the juice
They looking at me like shoot, I’m looking at them like who
The fuck you think I’m finna do, think I’m finna stop now
Boy hell nah I’m gone blow, he would did the same for me
I do the same shit for bro, I catch a opp and I’ma score
Cause niggas know and bitches know (Let's Go)
When I’m rolling through my city nigga all I see is crime
Everybody saying they know me, everybody lying
And Ain’t nobody lane checking everybody driving
Nd everybody poled up so everybody firing
You better get a gun, boy they say PBG them niggas
They ain’t fit for none, I keep it on me
On my homie I ain’t finna run
Concealed up in my gucci belt I tuck the biggest gun
So if a nigga run up on me, Ima get him done
My flow tighter than virgin vagina
I’m telling them Ima make they looking like no liar
I’m leaning just like a chulo, ain’t bout talking lowrider
These rapping niggas is sweet
I’m just feigning for more cider
From the city the murder capital everybody know about (chiraq)
Money over starve I can’t go without
And they got the nerve to tell me Ima motor mouth
But all this shit I rap about my team and them will go about
So Ima ball harder till the day that I get slaughtered
And shoutout to them hittas that be still thugging on Lawrence
And nigga I ain’t stopping till the day I’m in the coffin
And my shoulder say pink dolphin
Hoes up on me get them off me (huh)
I can look in your eyes and tell you fake homie
Fucking his main bitches, suppose to be your main homie
It been them same 10 years niggas that done changed on
Boy you must be talking to the jakes, you acting strange homie
Where the trust at, where the love at
I give up all of my money to get 2 cups back
I need some dope I need some bud, wheres bud at
No swimming pool full of liquor, where the flood at
He first hit’em look at the camera and there go Mensa
Say niggas know he point his fingers like they gone remember
I take ring off he getting money right off my dinner
Just letting bro know I remember that day in December too!
They took my big brother 2
Cause man that nigga had the juice
They looking at me like shoot, I’m looking at them like who
The fuck you think I’m finna do, think I’m finna stop now
Boy hell nah I’m gone blow, he would did the same for me
I do same shit for bro, I catch a deli and its score
Cause niggas know and bitches know
You gone remember for life!