letra de toe4toe - 2gunns
(aria)
(uh, yeah)
(lets get it lets go)
[intro, 2gunns]
toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe
(toe for toe)
yeah i go toe for toe
(toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe)
[hook, 2gunns]
(uh)
toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe
yeah i go toe for toe
and, i might go cop some blow and go re-sell it for low
i’m swervin’ e-lane traffic, duckin’ cops up on the road
and i could never crash out ‘cuz i do it on my own
bro
who they been f-ckin’ with, ‘cuz it ain’t me
i just been countin’ this green fetuccine
double cup, i got to pour me some lean
i got these b-tches so mad at me
i’m classy so i know they hate on me
you want the smoke, p-ssy boy personally
uh, uh, uh
[verse 1, 2gunns]
i hit from the from, and i hit from the side
got tats on my arm, and got tats on my thighs
got two little glocks with me, up in my ride
too many diamonds on me, think my wrist cry
we with the pigeons, like d-mn we fly
he talkin’ on us, send him to the sky
i’m in it with chri$, like danm we fly
hollow points really put him in the sky
[verse 2, lil chri$ from da 616]
glock twenty-one put that boy in a casket
(boy in a casket)
switch with the arp, now he in a ditch
stackin’ up bands, i’m getting rich
(i’m getting rich)
i got them diamonds, yeah look at my fist
(look at my fist)
taking his head off then leavin’ em’ quick
(leaving it quick)
can’t be in public, ‘less i got a bl!ck
(pull out a bl!ck)
f-ck what ‘cha say b-tch, i do my own sh-t
walk into neiman, some spendin’ on rick
(get off my d-ck, get off my d-ck)
[chorus, 2gunns]
toe for toe
(toe for toe)
(yeah we go toe-)
yeah we go toe for toe
(toe for toe)
y’know that we go toe for toe
yeah we go toe for toe
uh
[hook, 2gunns]
(uh)
toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe
yeah i go toe for toe
and, i might go cop some blow and go re-sell it for low
i’m swervin’ e-lane traffic, duckin’ cops up on the road
and i could never crash out ‘cuz i do it on my own
bro
who they been f-ckin’ with, ‘cuz it ain’t me
i just been countin’ this green fetuccine
double cup, i got to pour me some lean
i got these b-tches so mad at me
i’m classy so i know they hate on me
you want the smoke, p-ssy boy personally
uh, uh, uh
[verse 1, 2gunns]
i hit from the from, and i hit from the side
got tats on my arm, and got tats on my thighs
got two little glocks with me, up in my ride
too many diamonds on me, think my wrist cry
we with the pigeons, like d-mn we fly
he talkin’ on us, send him to the sky
i’m in it with chri$, like danm we fly
hollow points really put him in the sky
[verse 2, lil chri$ from da 616]
glock twenty-one put that boy in a casket
(boy in a casket)
switch with the arp, now he in a ditch
stackin’ up bands, i’m getting rich
(i’m getting rich)
i got them diamonds, yeah look at my fist
(look at my fist)
taking his head off then leavin’ em’ quick
(leaving it quick)
can’t be in public, ‘less i got a bl!ck
(pull out a bl!ck)
f-ck what ‘cha say b-tch, i do my own sh-t
walk into neiman, some spendin’ on rick
(get off my d-ck, get off my d-ck)
[chorus, 2gunns]
toe for toe
(toe for toe)
(yeah we go toe-)
yeah we go toe for toe
(toe for toe)
y’know that we go toe for toe
yeah we go toe for toe
uh
[hook, 2gunns]
(uh)
toe for toe, yeah i go toe for toe
yeah i go toe for toe
and, i might go cop some blow and go re-sell it for low
i’m swervin’ e-lane traffic, duckin’ cops up on the road
and i could never crash out ‘cuz i do it on my own
bro
who they been f-ckin’ with, ‘cuz it ain’t me
i just been countin’ this green fetuccine
double cup, i got to pour me some lean
i got these b-tches so mad at me
i’m classy so i know they hate on me
you want the smoke, p-ssy boy personally
uh, uh, uh
[verse 1, 2gunns]
i hit from the from, and i hit from the side
got tats on my arm, and got tats on my thighs
got two little glocks with me, up in my ride
too many diamonds on me, think my wrist cry
we with the pigeons, like d-mn we fly
he talkin’ on us, send him to the sky
i’m in it with chri$, like danm we fly
hollow points really put him in the sky
[verse 2, lil chri$ from da 616]
glock twenty-one put that boy in a casket
(boy in a casket)
switch with the arp, now he in a ditch
stackin’ up bands, i’m getting rich
(i’m getting rich)
i got them diamonds, yeah look at my fist
(look at my fist)
taking his head off then leavin’ em’ quick
(leaving it quick)
can’t be in public, ‘less i got a bl!ck
(pull out a bl!ck)
f-ck what ‘cha say b-tch, i do my own sh-t
walk into neiman, some spendin’ on rick
(get off my d-ck, get off my d-ck)
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