2 High Up



Verse One



Either you know me or you don't know me I got few homies

And I don't need new homies, so we will never be homies

I used to creep back streets in a black Montero

Solo dolo smoking bolo, eyes on my back window

Strapped with a Glock 9 in my lap I trap

As I adapt to wack maggots that don't know how to act

payback is a bitch, so now your bitch is my bitch

That superhead wannabe be spit shining my dick - daily

Begging me to pull her roots, Alex Haley

Ciroc spilling on her ass with a splash a Bailey’s

Now tell me, do you really think you on my level

I'm iRoc Omega nigga your bitch ass is a Pebble (crack!)



Verse Two



This shit ain't for no fast flow, so don't be an asshole

Tryin’ to rap over me in your car wit yo trash flow

It's a real nigga spittin’, so shut the fuck up and listen

Just make a grunt face, bob your head, play your position

Can you relate to having haters and bitches that hate to love you

And can't stop thinking of you and don't trust you, but wanna fuck you

Then cuss you out? Girl what are we doing? Put it back in your mouth

Don't come over here with all that ****, you disrespecting the house

But to you shit talking niggas, that’s why your bitch is a bum

And a lot of y'all are more pussy than the pussy you came from

There's a whole lot of fakers compared to movers and shakers

And haters that try to take ya for all it's gon’ take to break ya

And rake ya over the coals or kill you on any coast

As a lot of us brag and boast, watch the one that's playing you close

Too many hoe ass niggas wit a deal right now

And most of y’all maggots ain't real right now