2 Fingers

[Verse 1: Vado] What happened? Who shot? Who buck and who ran off? These rappers ain’t hot the fuck they got fans for? I’m back in the spot, with bundles they hand off Meet me another block askin' what’s the expand cost It’s a hard job that fell for raw scarf Left hand steer, Cartier was all polish Light knit wear, I don’t pitch the hard Maserati whip, serve bricks to the carwash Who’s on the menu? Hunned deep at the venue Hunned keys who I sent to, turn the weed up the mental Was in a rental, I done turned down in Pennsylvania Pistol mania, streets official [Hook: Kevin Cossom & Vado] 2 fingers in the air for the ones before Middle finger in the air for the ones that hate Ain’t no more love Sorry but it’s gotta be this way Stackin' all day, trappin' all day Back with more yay, we clappin' your way I’m a survivor, I’m a rider Bet you don’t move When it’s on this side, no It’s been so long but we finally arrived We stackin' all day, trappin' all day Back with more yay, we clappin' your way [Verse 2: Ace Hood] You’re looking at a new school legend Gift out of Heaven Preachin' that real, yeah I'm something like a Reverend Livin' by the code, bend nor fold Black man wearin' 100 G's worth of gold Iced out watches, shirt from Versace King of the south I am, wuddup Gotti? Been speak bout it, money no karate Profit go to flippin' now they think I’m Illuminati What you came here for? I’m in the Django clothes Niggas want my life, they wanna take my soul See I done switched my flow just like I do with my hoes Now they know I’m the truth but why it took so long? Know the Maybach comfy and the kush so strong No my thoughts ain’t right, I can’t do nothing wrong I’m so gifted, hear my voice and get lifted Came from the trenches, gun shots to ditches,listen [Hook] [Verse 3: Vado] I’m quick to grab 9’s when a man hate Been getting bad vibes from they handshakes I’mma act fly 'til my land day No need to ask why my nigga man straight Long line for the dope that’s a fan base Hog tie with the ropes, what yo fan face? Mob ties with the coke, make the plan great 4-5 to his throat, where’s the damn safe? Khaled you know it’s time When they see me they’ll see Po in his prime Rich when he was rich, the industry von zip Gazelles like Dred Scott, Ciele’s my bread copped [Hook]