2 Rounds

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan & Propain] I was in Houston for a lil' minute now I’m back in town (G-G-G&B) Yeah, I said (Yeah) I was in Houston for a lil' minute now I’m back in town (G-G-G&B, H-Town) Rich Homie, baby (Yeah) [Verse 1: Propain & Rich Homie Quan] All it take is one text (Text), askin' me where I’m at (At) I told her, ”Baby, I’m on one, but your destination is next” Now I’m comin' down on that freeway, that UGK in my deck Got that “Take It Off“ on replay like Pimp C said best Now-now-now-now she textin' me that she need it bad 'cause she ain’t had it good in so long And I’m like, ’Damn, shawty, I’m speedin' fast, but when I get to you, girl, it’s on" Then when I make it there, just want to see that ass, no boy shorts and no thong She got that ocean have a nigga sinkin' quick, rock the boat on my Aaliyah shit I hit the block and showed up then beast the whip, I see Cîroc is poured up and Keisha lit I know your neighbors probably never heard of me, but they gon’ know my name when you screamin' it 'Cause I'm goin' in, go-goin' in, at the same time, I'm showin' out I got her legs shakin' (Yeah), not rollin' 'round (Yeah), drive her head crazy like a robot [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Propain] I could tell that she had her shit when she smiled (I hold it down, that rock too) Shorty a lil' dramatic, but it compliment her style (It do) Late nights we get romantic (Yeah), need a babysitter for the child If I whip her she like "Ooh, child" I'ma hit that pussy all night, wake up another two rounds (Two) Livin' room got like eight pictures we done knocked another two down (Two), yeah, yeah (Let's go) I was in Houston for a lil' minute now I’m back in town (Let's go) I was in Houston for a lil' minute now I’m back in town (Rich Homie, baby, hol' up, uh) [Verse 2: Propain & Rich Homie Quan] She ain't worried 'bout no nigga (No) Got her own bread, got her own business Laced up in Isabel Marants so all the niggas thinkin' she gold diggin' (Yeah) Truth be told she got more than you, so what the hell you think she need with your figures? Ain't none better so I drop whatever, I'm doin' down when she call (Yeah) Really ain't none wetter, it go down wherever, from the bedroom to the wall (Uh) It's the ones who bad with hustle, never ask for nothin' that a nigga wanna give all (Brain) Every time I hit it, mane, I need some more I notice (Uh), can't resist it when the dope is potent (Yeah) Shawty ride this dick just like a roller coaster, like to drive it quick then let her slow her motion I be hittin' it like I got sentenced life, I’m goin' dumb I’m so unfocused Just a trill nigga (Trill), trill nigga (Trill), all she want is a trill nigga Most you lames (Yeah) couldn’t even deal with her (Yeah), I knock it out, ki-kill swit— [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan] I could tell that she had her shit when she smiled (That rock too) Shorty a lil' dramatic, but it compliment her style (It do) Late nights we get romantic (Yeah), need a babysitter for the child If I whip her she like "Ooh, child" I'ma hit that pussy all night, wake up another two rounds (Two) Livin' room got like eight pictures we done knocked another two down (Two), yeah, yeah (Let's go) I was in Houston for a lil' minute now I’m back in town (Let's go) I was in Houston for a lil' minute now I’m back in town (Rich Homie, baby) [Verse 3: Rich Homie Quan] I got this lil' quiet bitch who never said shit (Say never say shit) She thick as hell, she strip at Dreams, and she from Texas (She from Houston) I'm well protected, baby, Jesus on my necklace (Thank you, Lord) Big Flu my nigga, Big Throw my nigga, and DJ Everett (Who else?) Propain, what it do? [Interlude: Propain] Know I'm talkin' 'bout? I'm feelin' throwed Three in the-three in the mornin' [Verse 4: Propain] Damn, shawty bad, yeah, man, she fine Get her to the crib, beat it-beat like a trial H-Town, got them diamonds in my smile Young Propain, girl, I got the juice now [Outro: Propain] Yeah, southside Pro'