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[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 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] 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 [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 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 [Hook] [Outro] Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever