[Hook] 2 shots of whatever 2 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
[Verse 1] 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 all my old bitches look jealous Well what goes around comes around: propellers Money over bitches – mob, goodfellas Cut her ears off, ain’t shit she could tell us Write your name on the bullet, that’s a f-ckin love letter If I ain’t a trending topic, I’m a f-cking trend-setter
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[Verse 2] If you’re scared, go to church, Mason Betha Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing 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, shawty fine as f-ck though Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain’t cutthroat Cut down on the syrup cause it made me f-ck slow Shoot so many times Imma 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, pop pop.
[Hook 2] You can get 2 shots from wherever You can get 2 shots from whoever It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together I should probably do better but probably, whatever…
[Verse 3] Your bullshit is stinking up the place Me no tick 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: bowling ball 2 shots of whatever Keep them bitches coming and she can get whatever
[Hook] 2 shots of whatever 2 shots of whateverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
