Los – 2 Time Felon

Los – 2 Time Felon Lyrics

Artist: Los
Song: 2 Time Felon

Check me out, n#gg#
p#ss#-ass n#gg#
Check me out, n#gg#
White House sh#t, n#gg#, all that, n#gg#

Yeah, uh, uh
I’m a two-time felon, I’m as shady as it get
Grew up with some killers, I’ll play you like a b#tch
Lil’ n#gg#, when you standin’ in that cut, keep your eyes open

I can tell you ’bout the time I had them nines goin’
I can tell you ’bout a time when I was f#cked up
Come to the table, all the dope gettin’ cut up, n#gg#, take a seat
My baby drivin’, she’ll get them things from A to B

n#gg#, plain and simple, yeah
I get a thousand for a feature, f#ck I look like sellin’ dope?
Got a family full of preachers, I ain’t feel like sellin’ hope
I’ma break it down for you, b#tch, this what you need to know

I was down bad, f#cked up, really at my low
Shipped a couple up to brodie, he said, “Don’t trip, I’ma roll it,” go
Livin’ proof of the truth
They be mad, you ain’t mad like they can’t do what you do [Who?

My bad, my bad, b#tch used to me too [Ooh
I’ma play it like I say it [Say
Walk it like I talk it, they ain’t mean it when they made it [n#gg#
b#tch, it ain’t no secret we the greatest [We the greatest]

Free my n#gg# 80s, pop was twenty, drunk three-eighty [Yeah
Man, these n#gg#s lazy, pockets low, so it get shady [Haha
I’m a dirty m#th*rf#ck*r if you see me at the station
Ayy, baby, pack your bags ’cause we goin’ on vacation [We gone

I’ma use you as the stash, then I f#ck you once we make it [Ho
Ayy, keep it G with me [Yeah
If I ain’t have a dollar to my name, baby girl, would you be with me?
Looked up in the sky, askin’ God, “What You see in me?”

Life on the line too many times, thinkin’ we’ll meet
These D&G, Travis Scotts a rack
Try to take this piece, thirty shots with that [Thirty
These n#gg#s mad at me [How?], ’cause I’m bouncin’ back

I just shot down to the V with a lot of crack [Yeah
These n#gg#s say they can compete, but ain’t got a rack
My mom dukes know I hug that road, she can vouch for that
This 40, shut your mouth with that

He cop again, he cop it back
I jugged a ham and got a sack
Y’all boys some copycats
Shoot at us, we shootin’ back

You got a strap, don’t know what to do with that
Get a brick and I’m movin’ that
A hundred, go get flew with that
I got my hands on everything, I just need a town to move it at

Addicted to the table high, I don’t really even use the mask
n#gg#, I’m used to it, I like to see ’em use it
I’m in a rental, hold my breath ’cause I see the troopers
Four hundred grams in a Fusion

The blow is her#in, that’s for the confusion
Find more lyrics at https://dcslyrics.com

You can purchase their music thru
  
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases

Los Lyrics – 2 Time Felon

Please support our site by sharing it.
And please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all your favourite songs.

Release Year: 2019