Trap Qweezy - 2 Mins of Hell Lyrics

If I call you my brother, then I got you, you a part of me
Everybody wanna eat some off my plate, but they was starving me
They say this a drought, I dropped the price and now they calling me
All it do is ring, ring, ring, I feel like Cardi B, I promise
You won't like the way it end, so please don't start with me
I got me a bitch who ain't my bitch, but she go hard for me
Niggas ain't outside, we in the south, so who won't smoke with D
PC on my lap, this no computer, it's gon' bark for me
We got real za, but it's gon' cost a fee
Not that shit for 23, that shit too cheap
I can't chase a bitch, I'm just gon' let her be, she ain't for me
Don't ask me for no favors if you know you wouldn't do it for me
Bankroll made the beat, I paid the fee and now we locked in
I'm one of the hardest in the Ville, I know I'm top ten
Instagram on public, if they hatin', let them watch then
Bitches love the gang and they gon' pull up with they thot friends
Tell her shake that ass and pop that pussy for a real nigga
She a real bitch, but she be f*ckin' with them bitch niggas
She know I'm a star, she call me Big Dipper
I might eat a pussy, but I won't kiss her
Playin' with that jeezy and I'm a go-getter
I came from the bottom of that basement like I'm Big Tigger
My young niggas on percs and they gon' snort him
Cause it hit quicker
He keep sendin' shots, but I don't feel him, that's some cheap liquor
F*ckin' on this bad bitch like Donna, then I dismiss her
We gon' cut up like some barbers, bet I push him back
We got 30 in this Charger, ain't no dodgin' that
Talk in the head, he said go harder, now I'm back on track
Go to work and stack the profit, watch how quick it stack
I'm in that mode, hop in that Nissan like f*ck a scat
Stick to the code till you come home, he better not be a rat
Got about a hundred of them jiggers, this a bean bag
My young bitch keep a Glock in her Celine bag
I lost my voice, but I ain't got no choice, you feel me
I'm still in this bitch, ayy