Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 2 up, artist - Carns Hill. Date of issue: 23.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
2 up |
| All I play is guwop |
| You was on your 1st brick |
| Man I was already 2 up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| I don’t listen to no music |
| All I play is guwop |
| You was on your 1st brick |
| Man i was already 2 up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| I don’t listen to no music |
| All I play is Gucci |
| I’m a rapper that’s got shooters |
| You can call me Boosie |
| Roll wid me a couple days |
| I swear it’s like a movie |
| In the spa wid the plug |
| Talking bricks in the fucking jacuzzi |
| Only 17 olders was tryna recruit me |
| Little devil that’s a shooter |
| They calling me Rooney |
| Now they calling me looney |
| Wild packin' niggas 'round me |
| I call them the goonies |
| Bangin' first day out |
| When niggas strugglin' in that drought |
| I was reloadin' all the workers-dem |
| They had a bag of shots in their mouth |
| I was playin' that trap back |
| New York wid a fat stack |
| 20K I splashed that |
| Me and Sincere nigga match that |
| Back to '010 |
| Playin' |
| Walk in my trap yard |
| Everybody’s cookin' |
| Pardon me while I reminisce |
| About bare racks and hella bricks |
| If I got ten, I’m sellin' six |
| And I break the rest into hella bits |
| I don’t listen to no music |
| All I play is guwop |
| You was on your 1st brick |
| Man I was already 2 up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| I don’t listen to no music |
| All I play is guwop |
| You was on your 1st brick |
| Man i was already 2 up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| Early morning gettin' up |
| Catch me cheffin' up |
| This plug is tryna raise the price |
| I feel to set him up |
| I got my certi lincoln ready |
| I don’t give a fuck |
| You say you got that belly |
| You can get that tummy tucked |
| I play that guwop |
| And fuck up a few pots |
| Let that lock and rerock |
| Shoebox, no reeboks |
| Just brick money and a g-lock |
| Should just ease off |
| See me cuttin' through the blocks |
| Or cuttin' down a crop |
| Set my shot up anywhere |
| 'til the spot gets hot |
| I might just pop up anywhere |
| And show you what I got |
| This time I play dirty |
| Crept in wid a wap |
| Snuck in through the back door |
| And no one clocked |
| I got my guwop kicks, wid a matching top |
| In my BXB, and the pyrex hot |
| Separation confirmed |
| Watch homeboy get burned |
| While trap money gets earned |
| These lessons with get learned |
| I don’t listen to no music |
| All I play is guwop |
| You was on your 1st brick |
| Man I was already 2 up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| I don’t listen to no music |
| All i play is guwop |
| You was on your 1st brick |
| Man I was already 2 up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |
| So much buj up in the yard |
| I nearly threw up |