Tinashe Feat. Schoolboy Q – 2 On Lyrics

Mustard on the beat ho!

Give me all that you got now
Make you want me ’cause I’m hot now
I’m gone, so faded, I’m on one
Bang bang, pop off like a long gun

If you a lame nigga, you ain’t making no noise
Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that’s my choice
Get money, get money like an invoice
We can mob all in the whip (make the money)
Make the money make a grip (I be stuntin’)
I be stuntin’ with my clique (gettin’ faded)
Getting faded ’till we trip (oh)

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get-get-get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up ’till I can’t even think no more
Get-get-get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Lets-lets… let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to, let-let-let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
Lets-lets… let’s roll
I love to get 2 on
I love to, let-let-let’s roll

Yeah we can get active
And all my bitches attractive
We go, you know who we are now
Get high, hotbox in my car now

If you a lame nigga, you ain’t making no noise
Get faded, turn up with the big boys
Live fast, die young that’s my choice
Get money, get money like an invoice
We can mob all in the whip (make the money)
Make the money, make a grip (I be stuntin’)
I be stuntin’ with my clique (gettin’ faded)
Getting faded ’till we trip (oh)

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get-get-get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up ’till I can’t even think no more
Get-get-get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let’s roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
Lets-lets… let’s roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
I love to, lets-lets-let’s roll

Uh, pull your panties down from under you
Beat that pussy up, make you wanna holla Q
Drunk than a bitch, high on that Mary Jane
Pussy in my mouth, pussy on my pinky ring
Nasty, maybe do it in the backseat
Swear this marijuana keep it cracking
Lights, camera, action, I ain’t doing nothing ’til the cash in
Money, money, money, weed, fashion
Draped up and dripped out, keep the trees passing
Girl toot that thing up, fuck me, fuck rapping
Days of our lives so clap, clap that cake
Spreading your thighs I pump, pump your brakes, ay

Just give me the trees and we can smoke it yeah (smoke it yeah)
Just give me the drink and we can pour it yeah (pour it yeah)
And my enemies, they see me living now (living now)
And if you roll with me, then you’ll be winning now, oh

Man, I love to get on
I love to get 2 on
When the drink be too strong
When the tree be way too strong
Get-get-get faded, turn up, bruh
Pour it on up ’till I can’t even think no more
Get-get-get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then
We can keep it lit, let’s roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
Lets-lets… let’s roll
I love to get 2 on (I love it)
I love to, let-let-let’s roll