2high (prod. @chrxme.)

Single

Whatever It Takes

OuttaMyZone ! FT. Krisjin & Tuckybus (Prod.47)

my first day out first thought how to run up a million

Out On Bond (Free/Safe Remix)

[Intro: BandManDan]
Im sippin' on lean this purple I bleed,
I'm up in the sky (oooohhh),
If she wantin' to fuck then i'm up in her guts and then I tell her bye,
She keep hittin' my phone,
Can't fuck wit' no hoes,
Like Calvin Decline,
If he flexin' his lil' bankroll I'm takin that shit yes I'm makin it mine,
Yes I'm makin it mine,
That bitch stole yo' money and yo' time,
You can't hang wit' us yea we fine,
I don't give a fuck I ain't lyin',
223's on that K hit yo mind (BOW),
And she slid by 8 left by 9,
Long as I get pap' bitch I'm fine,

[Chorus: Cheddaz]
I do not know what to say to you,
All of my love go straight to you,
I don't got time to play games with you,
No, 
Hoe,
You niggas is sweet like sugar,
Ridin' round with the ruger,
Cus' all of my niggas will do ya,
Huh, Huh,
Im countin' that money real fast,
Im countin up all of my cash,
Yo' bitch she shakin' her ass,
And nigga I know that you mad,
But I do not give a fuck,
I'm countin' up all my bucks,
And these hoes we do not trust,

[Verse: mrln]
Im sippin' on lean,
Im smokin on green bitch im feeling fine (I'm feeling fine),
Im pourin' up in my lil double cup, yea lil bitch im off a pint (im off a pint),
Im hanging wit' J im hanging wit' Danny yea we on that time (we on that time),
And you know that we headed to the top lil brodie you know that you stuck right behind,
Lil homie you know that you better go catch up,
Shoot out the wraith with my mufuckin mask up,
We not the same no you cannot match up,
All of this pap' it's adding it stack up,
Yea my money adding yours is subtracting, (yours is subtracting)
Bitch how did that happen,
Oh that was yo girl, I'm sorry to tell you but she already tapped in,
Im smokin' on green,
My bitch wear Celine,
Yea it cost a lot,
Yo bitch is a fiend,
And she all for the team,
Can't fuck with a thot,
Yea I got that cream,
Glock it got a beam, 
I only got chops,
She take off her jeans, 
And she all up on me,
But I just want some top.

[Chorus: Cheddaz]
I do not know what to say to you,
All of my love go straight to you,
I don't got time to play games with you,
No, 
Hoe,
You niggas is sweet like sugar,
Ridin' round with the ruger,
Cus' all of my niggas will do ya,
Huh, Huh,

[Verse: 7ai]
I'm boutta up me a 10 and run up some cash,
762 put that boy on his ass,
Rocks on my chain this shit ain't no glass,
That nigga pussy I put him on blast,
These bitches love me I feel like i'm cupid,
Making this money and music,
Why you got a gun and don't use it,
If you don't make money lil nigga you useless,
What do you just want,
What do you just want like lemme know,
Baby if you wanna fuck okay then I already know,
I cannot pretend, 
Cannot pretend to be yo' bro,
Cus' when we be fuckin swear that I can feel yo' soul,
I'm off of that gas,
life going too fast you know how I move,
I'm doing' the dash,
500 in cash I spend on my shoes,
Boy i'm from the seven you dumb if you think that you throwin up 2's,
I did it to win it you know I ain't kidding I just cannot lose.

[Chorus 2x: Cheddaz]
I do not know what to say to you,
All of my love go straight to you,
I don't got time to play games with you,
No, 
Hoe,
You niggas is sweet like sugar
Ridin' round with the ruger
Cus' all of my niggas will do ya
Huh, Huh.

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LYRICS BELOW:


I can’t stop thinking bout my ex bitch 
Even though I’m chilling with my next bitch 
I got tunnel vision for cash
I’m tryna move on from my past 

You is not my bitch you need to exit 
You is just a cross off that checklist 
I got 220 on the dash 
I know I got these niggas mad 

No, I won’t stop
Heading to the top 

Niggas fake like props
Why would I give props?

He might gain white chalk
won’t gain no shell shock 

These birds they gone flock 
Treat em like livestock 

Not my bitch I control alt delete her 
You won’t get far tryna be a deceiver 
I got cough syrup but I don’t got a fever 
I’m with the gang throwing lines in them liters 

I don’t give a damn if you not a believer 
Gone give a damn that yo bitch a receiver 
I can’t do complaining I cannot do the leisure 

I can’t stop thinking bout my ex bitch 
Even though I’m chilling with my next bitch 
I got tunnel vision for cash
I’m tryna move on from my past 

You is not my bitch you need to exit 
You is just a cross off that checklist 
I got 220 on the dash 
I know I got these niggas mad 

She like “kwonny why you always do the most?”
I’m like, “baby just leave me alone, leave me alone!”