| It’s spinnin' for a two piece | 
| Well, I meant to say two bands | 
| I just bought a two piece | 
| Cookin' it in two pans | 
| (This bitch it hold a hunnid) | 
| We grippin' it with two hands | 
| Pack touch down and you know we running through that | 
| Bad bitch, cool, yeah | 
| She love it when I do that | 
| Pull her hair with one, but from the back, grip it with two hands | 
| Spinnin' for a two piece | 
| Well, I meant to say two bands | 
| (They refer to me the man) | 
| But I already knew that | 
| Michael Corleone, bringin' that pressure to all of the oppositions | 
| Hell, nigga, you see that the block is missin' | 
| On the block with a Glock hangin' out the Bentley | 
| Gotta flex and I swear I’m gonna make 'em feel it | 
| Out the top of the drop when I let off the semi | 
| Wanna live like this here? | 
| Be a part of the business | 
| Wanna come like this here? | 
| Better change yo' attendance | 
| In that order I’m a chief did I mention | 
| Honor yo' 40 and see how you get it | 
| Beat up a ho, disrespect to them bitches | 
| Wisdom gon' come when you see what it’s written | 
| Under the sun, gotta see what been hittin' | 
| Ain’t got no money but flooded a pendant | 
| Dumb in a strip but can’t live in a prison | 
| And cut like this here, man these niggas be bitches | 
| Damn | 
| It’s spinnin' for a two piece | 
| Well, I meant to say two bands | 
| I just bought a two piece | 
| Cookin' it in two pans | 
| (This bitch it hold a hunnid) | 
| We grippin' it with two hands | 
| Pack touch down and you know we running through that | 
| Bad bitch, cool, yeah | 
| She love it when I do that | 
| Pull her hair with one, but from the back, grip it with two hands | 
| Spinnin' for a two piece | 
| Well, I meant to say two bands | 
| (They refer to me the man) | 
| But I already knew that | 
| Perfect performance | 
| Detergent washing' like dirty laundry | 
| While workin the corner, caught us some weight, servin' the moment | 
| We baggin' up zips, safety pin breakin' whoever want it | 
| I know I no longer love | 
| Apply pressure, we goin' up | 
| UAVs be scopin' us | 
| Feel like I did not joce enough | 
| We package the opener | 
| Diamond teeth, I control enough | 
| Air Forces who go for us | 
| Back to back in them Rover trucks | 
| Sit back and be coach | 
| Makin' a threat just a joke to us | 
| It’s spinnin' for a two piece | 
| Well, I meant to say two bands | 
| I just bought a two piece | 
| Cookin' it in two pans | 
| (This bitch it hold a hunnid) | 
| We grippin' it with two hands | 
| Pack touch down and you know we running through that | 
| Bad bitch, cool, yeah | 
| She love it when I do that | 
| Pull her hair with one, but from the back, grip it with two hands | 
| Spinnin' for a two piece | 
| Well, I meant to say two bands | 
| (They refer to me the man) | 
| But I already knew that | 
| How you wanna do it? | 
| I-I admit, I’m too influenced | 
| Pull the truck behind the house | 
| Gloves on, I get into it | 
| 28 to 33 | 
| Come out the pot, it’s Patrick Ewing | 
| Drop the weight off, take the plate off, in the pin, I bought a Buick | 
| Watch how I take off | 
| Bring the tape up | 
| But right now, I’m caught up touring | 
| Dust that snakes off, I’ma lay low | 
| You a opp, but, bitch, I knew it | 
| Warden knew that he was hit the way I swung it when I blew it | 
| Barrel extend along the front | 
| A black suppressor with a cooler | 
| It’s spinnin' for a two piece | 
| Well, I meant to say two bands | 
| I just bought a two piece | 
| Cookin' it in two pans | 
| (This bitch it hold a hunnid) | 
| We grippin' it with two hands | 
| Pack touch down and you know we running through that | 
| Bad bitch, cool, yeah | 
| She love it when I do that | 
| Pull her hair with one, but from the back, grip it with two hands | 
| Spinnin' for a two piece | 
| Well, I meant to say two bands | 
| (They refer to me the man) | 
| But I already knew that | 
| Yeah | 
| With no contradictions | 
| Nation business how we livin' | 
| Grew the force, I bet you feel it | 
| Yeah | 
| Bitch, you could love me | 
| You cross me, though, I’ma show you, though | 
| Bitch ass boy |