2 Low Key - Test My Nutz
[Chorus: 2 Low Key]
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
[Verse 1: 2 Low Key]
I'm on the corner swingin’ that dope
Lookin' for the folks, wanna buy some crack
Got to be watchin' my ass for the sheriff while I’m on the track
Ain't no sense to me, going to jailhouse, bullshit
Clockin' me up, the folks don't know who they fuckin' with
As I click, deep in the hood, five-o wanna be badass
Better stay alert, 'cause I'm spooky with that Jason mask
Niggas I'm creepin’ to, not a sound as I hit the cut
Back up in my town, it ain’t easy for a drug bust
Me, I keep that yawk cocked back, as I aim and shoot
Pigs on my block with that Glock, you ain't bulletproof
Fools bleed to the floor, bust a ho, this a murder threat
Better count your boys, shit go hard when you see my tec
Bow to Low Key on the trick with that ho shit
Jump on you niggas that are bigger than me, sucker ain’t no evidence
Fists full of pigs that are frail, not who give a fuck
D-I-E buster, I'm a OG, test my nutz
[Chorus: 2 Low Key]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test, test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test, test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
T-Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin’ is the Key Low Key, get the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the Criminalistic Knowledge
[Verse 2: 2 Low Key]
Twenty-two guards in the backyard, put 'em on a speed chase
Have a red van full, as I keep my damn pace
Runnin' like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Low Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Quickly takin' my dope, straight up ain't no love, punk
Pull up in a drop top, smoked out, fire some
Mister police officer, do we got a problem sir?
Best I keep my ass in, fuck another truth or dare
Bitch, try to make a move reach and grip the handcuffs
South Memphis, I be down, make a nigga bite the dust
Lock 'em in the backseat, me I got the steerin' wheel
Make another U-turn as I dabble up the damn hill
Buckle up, G, it's the thief in a squad car
Take 'em to the ditch, leave that trick under the pile there
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, smoke 'em, now you realize I'm gon' fuck you up
Willit Click, stupid bitch, won't you test my nuts
[Chorus: 2 Low Key]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the criminalistic knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the criminalistic knowledge
[Verse 3: 2 Low Key]
And we got our pockets full of money, stick up most things, drop it off
Pop my the yawk
Creep and sweep, as I dump you in the Chevy trunk
Low to the floor, pull up at the light on my way to the track
Got to be slangin' them rocks, creeping on the hoes, I'm a player Mack
Low Key a dope sellin', money makin', hustler style
Beat you, slangin' all them keys
Money in the bank, niggas in the street
Ready to make a swap for some quarter crack, give me dollar signs
Feel like I'm playing a dog y'all, pocket fat, I'm claiming mine
Niggas talk your ass off, stackin' my green, if you wanna be
Jealous of a fella makin' that dough, send 'em to ICC
Bitches and hookers, they really be helpin' me
Makin' my money by sendin' my slip of the money you make
And I drop it off here and give me the dollars and 20's, little trick
Dollar signs, give me them, hate my know any, why, chilling by making the Tennessee government
Feeling and fall on my hands, I'm the man
Understand that your nigga that's making it president
Dollars, I love 'em, I got to be down with a nigga
That's makin' a sign for bust
Low Key out, y'all, niggas won't you test my nuts
[Chorus: 2 Low Key]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the criminalistic knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
[Verse 1: 2 Low Key]
I'm on the corner swingin’ that dope
Lookin' for the folks, wanna buy some crack
Got to be watchin' my ass for the sheriff while I’m on the track
Ain't no sense to me, going to jailhouse, bullshit
Clockin' me up, the folks don't know who they fuckin' with
As I click, deep in the hood, five-o wanna be badass
Better stay alert, 'cause I'm spooky with that Jason mask
Niggas I'm creepin’ to, not a sound as I hit the cut
Back up in my town, it ain’t easy for a drug bust
Me, I keep that yawk cocked back, as I aim and shoot
Pigs on my block with that Glock, you ain't bulletproof
Fools bleed to the floor, bust a ho, this a murder threat
Better count your boys, shit go hard when you see my tec
Bow to Low Key on the trick with that ho shit
Jump on you niggas that are bigger than me, sucker ain’t no evidence
Fists full of pigs that are frail, not who give a fuck
D-I-E buster, I'm a OG, test my nutz
[Chorus: 2 Low Key]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test, test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test, test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
T-Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin’ is the Key Low Key, get the Criminalistic Knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the Criminalistic Knowledge
[Verse 2: 2 Low Key]
Twenty-two guards in the backyard, put 'em on a speed chase
Have a red van full, as I keep my damn pace
Runnin' like a track star, niggas ain't gon' fuck with me
Low Key a killer when I make a nigga D-I-E
Quickly takin' my dope, straight up ain't no love, punk
Pull up in a drop top, smoked out, fire some
Mister police officer, do we got a problem sir?
Best I keep my ass in, fuck another truth or dare
Bitch, try to make a move reach and grip the handcuffs
South Memphis, I be down, make a nigga bite the dust
Lock 'em in the backseat, me I got the steerin' wheel
Make another U-turn as I dabble up the damn hill
Buckle up, G, it's the thief in a squad car
Take 'em to the ditch, leave that trick under the pile there
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, smoke 'em, now you realize I'm gon' fuck you up
Willit Click, stupid bitch, won't you test my nuts
[Chorus: 2 Low Key]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, test my nuts, suck my dick
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the criminalistic knowledge
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the criminalistic knowledge
[Verse 3: 2 Low Key]
And we got our pockets full of money, stick up most things, drop it off
Pop my the yawk
Creep and sweep, as I dump you in the Chevy trunk
Low to the floor, pull up at the light on my way to the track
Got to be slangin' them rocks, creeping on the hoes, I'm a player Mack
Low Key a dope sellin', money makin', hustler style
Beat you, slangin' all them keys
Money in the bank, niggas in the street
Ready to make a swap for some quarter crack, give me dollar signs
Feel like I'm playing a dog y'all, pocket fat, I'm claiming mine
Niggas talk your ass off, stackin' my green, if you wanna be
Jealous of a fella makin' that dough, send 'em to ICC
Bitches and hookers, they really be helpin' me
Makin' my money by sendin' my slip of the money you make
And I drop it off here and give me the dollars and 20's, little trick
Dollar signs, give me them, hate my know any, why, chilling by making the Tennessee government
Feeling and fall on my hands, I'm the man
Understand that your nigga that's making it president
Dollars, I love 'em, I got to be down with a nigga
That's makin' a sign for bust
Low Key out, y'all, niggas won't you test my nuts
[Chorus: 2 Low Key]
Test my nuts, suck my dick, pop off bitch and get it swatted
Creepin' is the Key Low Key, get the criminalistic knowledge
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