Date 2023-03-28
Category Foreign Music Download, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music
Peezy has Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo on the new dmix for the “2 Million Up” track, featuring Skilla Baby. Watch the music video, listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song, mp3 download.
Peezy, Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo 2 Million Up
Peezy, Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo – 2 Million Up (dmix) (ft. Skilla Baby)
24 March 2023
1 Song, 3 minutes
℗ 2023 #Boyz Entertainment LLC / EMPIRE
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Lyrics
[Chorus: Peezy]
If we locked in, ain’t no switchin’ up
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
Nigga killed my mans, I’m ridin’ with a picture of him
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up
Caught him outside, now he in a blunt
Ain’t no fallin’ off, I done put two million up, nigga
Ain’t no fallin’ off, I done put two million up
[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
I done fell off, had to get it up (For real)
Brodie just left the plug, finna plug the blender up (Brodie just left the plug)
Who you know got to ball and tight alright niggas up? (Who you know?)
I want some women while I’m rappin’, roadrunnin’ ten bucks (No cap)
Takin’ codeine to the kitchen, whippin’ up (Whip)
Take my main bitch to the jewеler, lit her up (I did that shit)
It’s too much money in thе world, get you somethin’ (Phew)
TMZ in my business, had to roll the window up (Had to roll the windows up)
Had too much bad shit, it’s hard pickin’ one
It’s hard for me to choose, I spaz it out and lose (Spaz)
If I told you how I’m livin’, you’d think I’m actin’ out a movie
If I won’t hurt to find out, most these rappers really groovy
Yeah, started with zero, now it’s shit in every pocket (Every pocket)
Put some cheese on that nigga top, I ain’t really knock it (I ain’t really knock it)
The fuck you comin’ in my spot for if you ain’t copy? (Nah)
I just bought two million of it, I ain’t trippin’, ’cause I got it (Yeah)
[Chorus: Peezy]
If we locked in, ain’t no switchin’ up
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
Nigga killed my mans, I’m ridin’ with a picture of him
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up
Caught him outside, now he in a blunt
Ain’t no fallin’ off, I done put two million up, nigga
Ain’t no fallin’ off, I done put two million up
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Let him get up on it, then I stretch them niggas first
Fuck checkin’ niggas purse, better check them niggas worth
Ain’t wearin’ carti’ watches, bust the Patek, now it’s hurt
Stuff a fifty in my pocket, put the extras in her purse
Three million in a safe, they all pros
How you look yourself up in the mirror?
Nigga caught another case and then he told
Fuck the rap game, bitch, we on
Got rich in Minnesota, only nigga drove a million through the low
Used to send the pints to the cater
Bust the Rollie down, now it’s tailored
Talkin’ power, I get mentioned with the mayor
Six on the Urus, I’m a skater
Switchie on the Glock, like a laser, pop, dart, I’m a racer
Gotta get a bag if you hurtin’, and put it in the streets
Mix the fetti with the [?], man, we put it on a leash
Blue tips on the fen’, turn his hoodie to a tee
I gave my young nigga ten, ’cause they put him on police, nigga
[Chorus: Peezy, Icewear Vezzo & Skilla Baby]
If we locked in, ain’t no switchin’ up (That shit crazy)
Brodie came home, went to pick him up
Nigga killed my mans, I’m ridin’ with a picture of him (That’s how that work go)
Shoot back to the crib, went to pick the switches up (Yeah)
Stolen Trackhawk, got it tinted up
Caught him outside, now he in a blunt
Ain’t no fallin’ off, I done put two million up, nigga (Ha)
Ain’t no fallin’ off, I done put two million up
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
If we locked in and you get to switchin’ up
Man, don’t worry ’bout it, I’ma get you bust
Real sleezy nigga, I’ll hit a nigga crush
I don’t fight bitches, I’ma get her nigga touched
I was already up, now I’m two million up
Tape still gettin’ tucked, ’til I’m a few billion up
I need four million this year and two Bentley trucks
I told all my hoes, “Let a new nigga fuck”
Five links, bust Patek, hit the club, lit it up
They say we ain’t gettin’ to the money, niggas drunk
Cuban on my neck, weigh a brick with the chunk
Out of town with a nigga bitch, eatin’ lunch
Up enough dog shit to give a brick to Unc’
All my opps deadly on the ‘Gram, niggas punch
Cuz’ bring the bricks to me in a semi truck
Ain’t no fallin’ up, I done put a Richard up, nigga, ha
