Q2T, Kwengface — 2’s

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[Intro]
YPB Zone 2 on
You know how it gets
City Boys

[Chorus: Q2T and Kwengface]
Didn’t have a yearly finance
Trap phone fill up with clients
Fling on my mask and hoodie
What’s goodie, show man ’bout ridin’
Yo, trap boys from early
Cats still comin’, don’t fuss that thirty
Tryna get rich off dirty
Sweet ones on me, gyal get flirty

[Verse 1: Kwengface]
Yo, they say that smoke cause heart attack
If I paint man’s white T red, stress
It’s known as a heart attack
If I take man’s grub man’s gone in the mist
You know you can’t call us back
Ay, peng lightie from central
All on me and her arse is fat
Yo, man sees jakes I’ll park that whip
Hop out, then I’ll park that pack
My bro’s on bail for a stick
I pray they don’t call him back
My phone when mad when I touched outside to bring the next quarter back
If you’re past 25 and you’re still doin’ gang, you’re known as an artifact
Gyallie on me when I arch this back
Three G packs when I re this block
Dem man still tryna ride for their block
Man’s in O tryna get this block
Now my phone’s on fleek, hard work pays off
Skeet out when *** got chopped
Still gettin’ love from a paigon thot
I could talk about most these yutes
But I’d rather just talk about bop
Yo, brownskin gyal gotta tap that
Man’s hands on, so a man double wrap that
Slap dem kittens’ eyes in the sat nav
Two-step, manna let a man have that
See him postin’ racks on Snapchat
Me and P turned up, bro let me have that
I was sold I know I couldn’t have that
Had to get off my arse and trap mad

[Chorus: Q2T and Kwengface]
Didn’t have a yearly finance
Trap phone fill up with clients
Fling on my mask and hoodie
What’s goodie, show man ’bout ridin’
Yo, trap boys from early
Cats still comin’, don’t fuss that thirty
Tryna get rich off dirty
Sweet ones on me, gyal get flirty

[Verse 2: Q2T]
Look, the opps love doin’ up ravin’
I was in the trap tryna catch this tastin’
Ask bro, when I pop, I’m amazin’, concentrated
One hand in the [?] one eye, like that in ravin’
And I still got nosey neighbours, cah, I fly burst for the papers
See my bro’s doing story tells, stony pots as well
In the trap don’t know ’bout gyals
Iphone off when I’m talkin’ sales
Bro-bro just got a new ****
It’s been a week and he needs more bells
And me and bro just got a new clatchpot
That’s two and a Q on the scales
Trap star baby, gyal still rate me as she can hold this wap
Still doin’ road with Jill and Jack
Still hittin’ sales in paigon flats
Still gettin’ texts from paigon yats
And I can’t even talk about that
And I still can’t take no chat, why you think my man got ****
Still doin’ road for the CATs
Bando boy with a blade on me
Free bro, it was IEP
In school it was ICT now the feds know me as an IC3
Pissed, he was in ANE
Should’ve stayed at home with your BAE
Should’ve stayed at home with your BAE

[Chorus: Q2T and Kwengface]
Didn’t have a yearly finance
Trap phone fill up with clients
Fling on my mask and hoodie
What’s goodie, show man ’bout ridin’
Yo, trap boys from early
Cats still comin’, don’t fuss that thirty
Tryna get rich off dirty
Sweet ones on me, gyal get flirty