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All But 6 - Two Toned Blick Lyrics

[Intro: Constant]
This is my rifle
There are many like it, but this one is mine
My rifle is my best friend
It is my life, I must master it as I must master my life
My rifle without me is useless
Without my rifle, I am useless
Ayy (I must fire my rifle)

[Chorus: Constant & CoolboiFresh]
And I got a two-toned blick, I cannot lie
Two-toned blick, I cannot die
As I load up my rifle, I can't fly
Mama gribbin' the Bible, so I won't fry
Yeah, I do not fuck with no pesticides
These niggas digital, no, they not criminals
Jump on my dick, it's like exercise
Know you be pussy, you way too subliminal
Woah, bitch, I— woah, woah, bro
Bitch, I— woah, okay, like
Woah, bitch, I— woah, bro
Woah, bitch, I— woah, okay, likе

[Verse 1: Shwinn]
And I got a two-toned blick with an all-black grip
Four-five bullets rip through your stomach and lips
Don't talk likе you done walked in with a stick
They ain't stop makin' guns when they made yours
Shwinny copped the M14, who want it with me?
Put the M1 in the back of the M3
Take the clip off the bottom of the gun, empty
Lil' boy, like why the fuck you comin' at me?
[Chorus: Constant & CoolboiFresh]
And I got a two-toned blick, I cannot lie
Two-toned blick, I cannot die
As I load up my rifle, I can't fly
Mama gribbin' the Bible, so I won't fry
Yeah, I do not fuck with no pesticides
These niggas digital, no, they not criminals
Jump on my dick, it's like exercise
Know you be pussy, you way too subliminal
Woah, bitch, I— woah, woah, bro
Bitch, I— woah, okay, like
Woah, bitch, I— woah, bro
Woah

[Verse 2: Shogee2k]
I'm like, "Yes, sir"
Two-toned blick just to match a pair of Ricks when I fuck her on the dresser
Full court pressure, ain't no food for thought, pussy
I was scrapin' at the pot, dealin' shit I couldn't measure
On a different level, bitch, don't you take up my free time
Throw up the peace sign, pussy, I'm watchin' your bezel
Pay them to swerve out the Nissan
Shwinny my brother, no wonder I play heavy metal
Like, how many bitches want a piece of my pie?
(Mm-mm-mm, damn) That's a whole lot of bitches
Bitch, stop killin' my vibe
Took a lil' pitstop, pimpin' my ride
Bitch I'm a mac, no figure id lie then I keep a mac (brrt) get it inside
And I gotta two-toned blick and I cannot—
[Chorus: Constant & CoolboiFresh]
And I got a two-toned blick, I cannot lie
Two-toned blick, I cannot die
As I load up my rifle, I can't fly
Mama gribbin' the Bible, so I won't fry
Yeah, I do not fuck with no pesticides
These niggas digital, no, they not criminals
Jump on my dick, it's like exercise
Know you be pussy, you way too subliminal
Woah, bitch, I— woah, woah, bro
Bitch, I— woah, okay, like
Woah, bitch, I— woah, bro
Woah, bitch, I— woah, okay, like