Jay & Twan 2

(Helluva made this beat, baby) Lil Jay and Twan, Lil Jay and Twan

Lil Jay chillin', he just got back
Glock 40 and two-hundred K on his lap (yeah)
The big dawg knocked, no more runnin' in no traps
He fired off a back, thinkin' hard like

I come from the way where you don't live long
Can't nobody save you, they gon' do you wrong
My niggas'll walk you down, then put it in a song
Got to keep a Glock or two now before I leave home

Damn, snake of the year and the whole 'hood hear (that's crazy)
Jay really killed his own brother for a Crip (that's crazy)
He ain't even stressin', blue tips in his clip
As long as that F&N don't jam, he gon' live (got it on)
They all on the internet talkin' 'bout what he did
Niggas know where he lay, so he bought another crib
Caught him away, youngin been flyin' through them bricks
He low-key missin' Twan, wishin' he could see him lit
His phone ring, "Bllrd," "Hello?"
"Go clutch," ("What?") "Twan out that coma, nigga, he just woke up" ("what?")
"Instagram goin' crazy, he talkin' so tough"
"What he say?"
"That nigga comin' back, sho' 'nough"
Lil Jay like, "Damn, I hit that nigga in his head" (shoot him in his head)
That wasn't enough, that nigga ain't dead (damn)
And, he still thuggin', he ain't even cut off his dreads
And I know he woke up out that coma seein' red (what the fuck?)
Twan like, "Who shot me?"
"It was yo' mans" (Jay)
"Him and opps put a play down, two-hundred bands" (two-hundred)
"Pops tried to tell you these niggas ain't yo' friends
Jay think he big man, now he fuckin' with the ten" (got to kill him)
Lil Twan know he got to spank that bitch (yeah)
If Jay in the 'hood, he 'bout to flame that bitch (yeah)
Nigga hands shakin', he can't wait to bang that blick (woo)
Twan feelin' on his hand like, "I ate that bitch" (playin' nothin')
Yeah, he got a K, he need another Glick
Jay like, "I'm rich, I can hide, ain't no touchin' me" (I'm out the way)
Twan might have to look into another beep
But, he know Jay don't give a fuck about his other people (where his people?)
Twan ridin' 'round trippin' with a choppa (grrah)
"Everybody, get back, that lil' nigga a problem"
For two hundred, Jay would've killed his own mama
Now, he rich layin' low, tryna dodge all the drama (that shit crazy)

Ayy, a couple weeks ago (week ago)
Jay got him a freaky ho (got him a bad one)
And, even though she a go, she ain't just a easy ho
He used to dream on it (he used to dream on it)
'Bout to put a ring on it ('bout to put a ring on it)
I think he got what he wanted, yeah, ridin' in the sleeve, ayy
And they mobbin' to the music (music)
This is how they do it (how they do it, all night)
Got a Glock with two clips (two clips)
Can't be out here snoozin' (uh-uh)
It's a war outside
Just Jay and his bro (they ridin'), no worries at all
Ridin' through the trenches
(He just feelin' good 'ridin, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Ooh, whoa

Damn, Jay dropped his gun, shit hit the fan
Twan pull up lettin' the AK slam
They in the long sleeve, he hangin' out a Ram
A hundred shots long, he ain't stoppin' 'til it jam
After a minute, he hear the Ram Truck leavin'
Car smokin', now he tryna control his breathin'
Look and see his girl in the driver's seat leakin'
Don't know if he hit, but, he can feel his arm stingin'
Damn, but he don't get pass
The Ram Truck bust a U, comin' back fast
He hopped out and ran, but, Jay was on his ass
Bullets flyin' 'til he hit the grass, nigga

I come from the way where you don't live long (you ain't gon' live long)
Can't nobody save you, they gon' do you wrong (niggas gon' back door you)
My niggas'll walk you down, then put it in a song (then go rap about it)
Got to keep a Glock or two now before I leave home