TCO Kash Corleone - 2 Double 0 Flow Lyrics

Aye here we go, put the flow on 200
I'm 2 Double 0, I'm Big Vito, I run it

Don't f*ck wit police, we see em, say f*ck em
We drag anywhere, we be thuggin in public

I'm wit the gang and you kno how we comin
She give me good brain, got her masters in sucking

Reach for my chain, guarantee Ima buss you
Them Bitches that played me, I'm still screaming f*ck you

I get in my mode, they say Kash why you ZAPPIN like that
Cuz niggas be cappin like that
And I gotta address it

It really ain't none of my business, but niggas be bluffin In raps

Claiming they giving a nigga the smoke
But when he come around, you be doin giving em dap

Nigga quit bluffin, you said you don't f*ck wit that nigga, you all on his dick, you's a fan
Just keep it real wit me baby, 200 gonn kill for me baby, you kno I ain't lying
Straight off the hip ain't no safety, the situation lookin bakey, I ready the iron

Fresh off them Papers, I'm ready for trips
Gun wit a laser, clip long as a stick

Woedie cant shoot, only shot was my hip
It's 2019 so this year number 6

Ya swag lookin right but ya kitty on stiff
F*ck is you doin, boy you broke as a bitch

Talkin bout murder but ain't killin shit
I'm committin a murder, then pleadin the fifth

Tryna do right cuz I'm watched by my sons
Tech wit a knife, even tech wit a gun
Saving ya life, it's gonn cost you a ton
Pay the right price, TCO get it done

Break the beat down, gotta watch how I drill it
Percent 85, if she Bad Ima hit it
All in her thighs and I'm tryna go swimming
I had a good time, gotta go bout my business

Pray for the millions, I see that shit comin
Do right for my kids & invest it in something
We stake out at ya crib, if you play wit the money
No harm to da kids, but we smokin ya honey

So Free My bro Krunch, that's my nigga, was draggin on H, we was out ona block Ina mix
Dummie be zappin but f*ck it, he is who he is, can't wait til he back on the bricks
R.I.P Crax, Brodie was Loc'n forreal, had the H ina chokehold forreal
Posted wit KayG and Man, Heartless and Ray pullin up, oh yea now we litty forreal

Bitch I'm the one wit the gift
Did this off the rip
I got me a hit
Let's get it

I'm workin, my girl throwing a fits
I'm chasing a check
We finna be rich
You wit it

Lor woedie He Keep tryna flex
I knock off his neck
You show me respect
You get it

200 the gang that I rep
Love my wolves to death
Put on for the set
I did it