[Intro: Blue Pesos]

(E Nasty on the track)

(IGK, this crazy)

You know what the fuck goin' on

[Chorus: Blue Pesos]

Every time the bag land, I two step

I two step, I two step

Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step

Two step, look

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]

Every time I get the bag, I two step

Purse first, go to work, if not, exit stage left

I see them Johnnies bust you, bitch, turn left

I hate when broke bitches yap, that's nervewracking

I have sticks in the mattress 'fore I even started rapping, look

She gon' slurp when I step 'cause I drip when I'm splashin'

I don't know nothin' 'bout nothin', so don't ask me

I ain't worried 'bout that bitch, she's so last week

Man's dance, two step, flu flam

When I hold the cannon, I need two hands

Diamonds schizophrenic, switchin' colors, having mood swings

Before you hit the field, lace your boots, tie your shoestrings

Knock knock, ding dong, who's that? Not me

Can't recall a time the club ever asked for ID

When I say I'm everything you need, bitch, that's no cap

I be tryna stay on rap shit, don't make me go back

I don't let niggas through the back, go on and close that

A hundred, let 'em hold that, the four-four a snubnose

That ain't what I brought today, the fully-auto compact

All my niggas cutthroat, long sticks, drumroll

Name a nigga out-rappin' me, that's impossible

[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]

Every time the bag land, I two step

I two step, I two step

Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step

Two step, two step

Every time I see my diamonds hit the lights, I two step

Two step, two step

Every time I see the stove, bust open (Ayy), two step (Mmm)

Two step (Bitch), two step

[Verse 2: Duffy]

Every time I see the stove, bust open, two step

Fifty-ball on my kit, a foreign whip, shit, what's next?

All these blues on me like I'm seawalking, two step

I be mud walkin', bitch, you better not spill my juice cup

Catch me on that backlock, I'm in your hood two steppin'

Why you never outside when it's time to hoop, nigga?

If the bitch don't get no chips, she gotta take a rain check

Hollow tips, these'll make a tough nigga tap dance

I just hit her, we got rhythm, now she two steppin' with me

I ain't on your type of time, I'm a few steps early

I just poured a deuce of Tris', got my double cup dirty

Sauced up, nigga pulled up in a Beamer, poles swervin'

To get through that back door, we two steppin', tiptoe

Bitch, I know I get dough, still in the field to get more

Since young niggas, had some bigger loafs than your big bro

It's gon' be a shit show if I let this bitch blow, ugh