Two Shots

Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
It’s like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably’s like never
I’m a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser
Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It’s all there papa, you ain’t even got to measure
Laughing at how my old bitches look jealous
Well what goes around comes around, propellers
Money Over Bitches, M.O.B, goodfellas
Cut our ears off, ain’t shit you could tell us
Write your name on the bullet, that’s a fuckin' love letter
If I ain’t a trendin' topic, I’m a fuckin' trend-setter, I’m on
If you’re scared, go to church, Mason Betha
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard
The pussy wetter, wetter than it’s ever been
But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican
I ain’t on that bullshit, shorty fine as fuck though
Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain’t cut-throat
Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow
Shoot so many times I’mma choke off the gunsmoke
Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain
Pay me no mind but I don’t have change
I cock back and aim at your membrane
Broad day, no mask, close range
You can get two shots from wherever, two shots from whoever
It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together
I should probably do better but probably, whatever
Your bullshit is stinkin' up the place
Me no tek bad up, me a done de place
Can’t let these bitch niggas slide and touch base
I make her cum so many times, call her «nutcase»
It’s Young Money baby, take your clothes off
Give me them three holes, bowlin' ball
Two shots of whatever
Keep them bitches cummin' and she gon' do whatever
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever