2 Hard - Speak on My Name Lyrics

Money call I pick up in pronto

2 Talk to em

They speak on my name cuz they hear about me
Let a nigga come hear about me
I was broke I thank god rapping really found me
In the trap with my niggas who really bout it
Man they Capping these niggas not really bout it
Put my foot on they necks
In balenciagas
Then gone run up a check
Making big deposits
I kno beezy gone slide if we gotta problem
Niggas flexing but texting to solve a problem
Me and Walter did shit tryna feed our mommas
Putting niggas on shirts or run down and rob em
Drop the window this TEC gone put Fear inside him
Feds asking about him
Won't slip about him
Fill a nigga with slugs if he outta pocket
Ain't got nun but this cup and this stick beside me
Freaky bitch eat the dick beggin me to get inside her

Held it down
Then I flipped my numbers
Let them play about Joe put em 6 feet under
Washing down all smoke like a f*cking plunger
I got shorties with poles
Ian talking totems
I toss that bitch like a floater
Make these bitches notice
They wet with they mouth wide open
Tryna swallow the dick
I hope can fit
Lemme f*ck from the back when I put it on you
Done upgraded from thotties to models
F*cking stallions I'm rough like a bronco
Beat it up send her home in Tahoe
Money call I pick up in a pronto
Traded in 223's for some hallows
From the street tote the Glock anywhere I go
Niggas hate but play me on the aux doe
They gone do this and that but they not doe

They speak on my name cuz they hear about me
Let a nigga come hear about me
I was broke I thank god rapping really found me
In the trap with my niggas who really bout it
Man they Capping these niggas not really bout it
Put my foot on they necks
In balenciagas
Then gone run up a check
Making big deposits
I know beezy gone slide if we got a problem
Niggas flexing but texting to solve a problem
Me and Walter did shit tryna feed our mommas
Putting niggas on shirts or run down and rob em
Drop the window this TEC gone put Fear inside him
Feds asking about him
Won't slip about him
Fill a nigga wit slugs if he outta pocket
Ain't got nun but this cup and this stick beside me
Freaky bitch eat the dick beggin me to get inside her

Niggas said that I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm shitting on niggas and f*cking they bitch
In the club booted up let a f*ck nigga try
He gone really be taking a risk
They like 2 you so hard
How you make it this far
I just shoot for the stars
I got these niggas sick
Run down on you with rods
Shoot you and your boy
You'll be dead for they slide with
The paramedics
Niggas spreading fake love like a epidemic
Beefin on the gram niggas stay in mentions
Can't hang with no snake but I do detect them
Put some flowers on graves if a nigga test me (Oh)
Niggas kno we innnat war mode (Yea)
Its hard to make it outta warzone (Yea)
I'm turning up and I turn her on
Got in her guts won't call her back she get the dial tone
You know

They speak on my name cuz they hear about me
Let a nigga come hear about me
I was broke I thank god rapping really found me
In the trap with my niggas who really bout it
Man they Capping these niggas not really bout it
Put my foot on they necks
In balenciagas
Then gone run up a check
Making big deposits
I know beezy gone slide if we got a problem
Niggas flexing but texting to solve a problem
Me and Walter did shit tryna feed our mommas
Putting niggas on shirts or run down and rob em
Drop the window this TEC gone put fear inside em
Feds asking about him
Won't slip about him
Fill a nigga with slugs if he outta pocket
Ain't got nun but this cup and this stick beside me
Freaky bitch eat the dick beggin me to get inside her