[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
Goons in this b**h, leave a n***a on a stretcher
It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure
Laughing at how my old b**hes look jealous
Well what goes around comes around, propellers
Money Over b**hes, M.O.B, goodfellas
Cut our ears off, ain't sh** you could tell us
Write your name on the bullet, that's a f**in' love letter
If I ain't a trendin' topic, I'm a f**in' trend-setter, I'm on
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
If you're scared, go to church, Mason Betha
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard
The p**y wetter, wetter than it's ever been
But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican
I ain't on that bullsh**, shorty fine as f** though
Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat
Cut down on the syrup cause it made me f** slow
Shoot so many times I'mma choke off the gunsmoke
Life, d**h, love, hate, pleasure, pain
Pay me no mind but I don't have change
I co*k back and aim at your membrane
Broad day, no mask, close range
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 3]
Your bullsh** is stinkin' up the place
Me no tek bad up, me a done de place
Can't let these b**h n***as 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 b**hes cummin' and she gon' do whatever
[Hook]
[Outro]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever