Humble Mitch - Two Tone Lyrics

Call me glodee two tone two phone trap shit
If a nigga lackin while I'm packin lean him activist
I ain't wit the fake friends sneak dissing to my kids
If I got something to say imma say it with my stick
Light him up John Wick now he's a dead man
If a nigga kill my dawg come thru like taliban
Got my bat on me swingin now that's a grand slam
And if the pigs interfere we gon turn they ass to ham
I feel like a witch how I tote my broomstick
If you wanna get romantic bullets gon kiss
That's blood on his shirt that ain't no lipstick
I think he got hit too bro where you get nicked
I should be a basketball player how I do picks
All this gold on fanagoe I feel like Rick slick
Different colored jewels silly rabbit ain't no trix
When I always tote my Morty I feel like pickle Rick
I got 2 glocks on me I must be death the kid
Black star on my face Soul Eater what it is
Im a young fresh nigga you can tell by all my fits
Ball out on these niggas look like a walking lick
All these niggas wanna be like me all gold teeth
If they want the smoke better ask Wendy the beef