Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song R2 , by - 22gz. Release date: 01.09.2021
Song language: English
R2 |
| Life ain’t a game for me, nigga, but maybe for you |
| If I call up my shooter, he spamming R2 |
| Opp in the morning, we waking up early, we spinning right now, we ain’t |
| spinning at two |
| Walk with that sprayground, you know ain’t no books in the bag, you know that |
| I’m keeping that tool |
| All my old friends, they mad at me 'cause I got up like I stepped on a stool |
| Niggas on Snapchat saying they proud of me, niggas ain’t said nothing to me in |
| school |
| I know my teachers is proud of me, lil' black nigga who always would talk |
| We finna run in his pockets, we taking that shit, piece of bacon, |
| that boy a piece of pork |
| I had to hop on a drill beat, show these lil' niggas how we do that shit in New |
| York |
| Niggas, they found out New York had the sauce when they heard that big Pop Smoke |
| Bitch, I feel like SB in them Carti’s, you know when I got 'em on, |
| I don’t wanna talk |
| Shoot up the party, I’m leaving that shit like a quarantine, one false move, |
| that boy gotta go |
| Youngest in charge, pulling they cards, walk up, slide in the car (Slide in the |
| car) |
| We catch him walking, bet he regret all that shit he was talking (Shit he was |
| talking) |
| Tryna go against me, that’s a forfeit (Forfeit) |
| These VV’s on faucet (On faucet) |
| 22 the king of New York, bitch (22 the king of New York) |
| So much Louis, I need an endorsement (Hold on, hold on) |
| If I call up my stepper, he knocked out his shoes (If I call up my stepper, |
| he knocked out his shoes) |
| My diamonds, they dancing, he reaching, I’m back on the news (Boom-boom-boom, |
| back on the news) |
| If I use the revolver, they won’t have a clue (They won’t have a clue) |
| Pick a side, ain’t no playing the middle so you better choose (So you better |
| pick, pussy) |
| They gon' do it for free, I ain’t paying no shooters (I ain’t paying no |
| shooters, hell no, paying no shooters) |
| She said she tryna eat, threw that bitch in an Uber |
| Screaming out jugg like that nigga Scooter (Jugg, jugg, jugg, bands, bands) |
| She give māthā, brain like a tutor (Māthā, māthā, māthā, māthā) |
| Life ain’t a game for me, nigga, but maybe for you |
| If I call up my shooter, he spamming R2 |
| Opp in the morning, we waking up early, we spinning right now, we ain’t |
| spinning at two |
| Walk with that sprayground, you know ain’t no books in the bag, you know that |
| I’m keeping that tool |
| All my old friends, they mad at me 'cause I got up like I stepped on a stool |
| Niggas on Snapchat saying they proud of me, niggas ain’t said nothing to me in |
| school |
| I know my teachers is proud of me, lil' black nigga who always would talk |
| We finna run in his pockets, we taking that shit, piece of bacon, |
| that boy a piece of pork |
| I had to hop on a drill beat, show these lil' niggas how we do that shit in New |
| York |
| Niggas, they found out New York had the sauce when they heard that big Pop Smoke |
| Bitch, I feel like SB in them Carti’s, you know when I got 'em on, |
| I don’t wanna talk |
| Shoot up the party, I’m leaving that shit like a quarantine, one false move, |
| that boy gotta go |
| Keep that, keep that |
| Grah, grah |
| That’s hard |