RTL Scoe - 2 $hame (feat. RTL Rock & Polo 2Time$) Lyrics

No shame in your game, baby, tell me what it is
Always in them hotels, never see you with your kids
Is that for sale or is you always on a trip
I remember when I hit it, damn, that pussy had grip

Had me lookin' crazy how you put the condom on

She said, her and broke niggas do not get along
If you ain't tryna spend, then do not call her phone
I was like, shh, what the f*ck these bitches on

Ain't no shame in your game, baby, tell me what it is
I know she was wantin' back shots, cause the bitch was thick
I know she got good neck, cause she talk with a lisp

Ayy, when I met you, you was out here movin' reckless

First time I f*cked from the back with my necklace
Up at the short stay, poppin' up with short pay
Put you in the Marriott, had to up your rates
Put me in a mink coat, I made a hundred off each float

Put that neck like I keep scope

It's on me, rock told me go
I never speak on just how well I know your hoe
I never had to f*ck around and sell no blow

Made 300 off every Reggie bow

The vacuum seal gon' get rid of the smell for sure
Hit up the plug like it's finished, I need some more
My niggas be gettin' to the bag, we on Milly Rock

OGs tell a nigga that shit got the city hot
Cutty, he can make a couple thousand, that's how any pop
I say shout out to my fiends, they be sendin' me, forgive me nots

Can't forget a job, can't forget the block

I'm talkin' bout that work, how could I forget to stop
Black Robin Hood, how can I forget the stock
Plane' Rolex, how can it forget to toc
If we talkin' bout them bags, we had too many

RTL Cloud Catchers got the crew with me
Tryna name off them flavors, but they never ending
Stop talkin' bout them boxes that you never sending

Rubbed them the wrong way, cause I ain't over friendly

If you provide a address, I can do the sending
Took her down through there, put a dick up in her ribs
Then went to the kitchen, took the fruit snacks from her kids
The way these niggas cappin', man, I think they work for lids

Took a trip with my auntie, told her, stuff it in her wig
Ain't talkin' to the cops, I swear to God, these niggas pigs
I'm a king, I need gold and diamonds in my wrist
Them RTL niggas toss the bag to me like a pitch

All that cappin' and your raps, we all know it don't exist
That's why the bitches think that I'm a dog, cause all my niggas pissed
Swear to God, you better not piss me off, cause I could get you hit
That's why the bitches think that I'm a dog, cause all my niggas pissed me off, cause all my niggas pissed me off