2 Shots 2 Opps

[Intro: Asian Doll]

Grrah (K-Khxn beats)

Two Glocks, uh-huh

[Chorus: Asian Doll, Iffy Foreign]

(Aye) Aye, two Glocks, two shots, two opps

These bitches be lyin' and these niggas what not

Why you fuckin' with a nigga who ain't got no bodies?

When there's beef, gon' be runnin' to the cops

Lay low, bro shootin' through the door

[?] been fuck folks (GDK)

This TEC gon' blow, on flow

I be smoking dead niggas, got gas for the low (Dead opps)

Don't talk (Don't talk)

Better think, better use your brain

Don't tweak, get beat

Don't show no fear, don't blink

If you wanna just beef, I'ma charge a fee

Rush 'em, hop out the V, niggas duckin'

We at war like we fought the Russian

Don't be callin' my phone 'bout nothin'

Don't be callin' my phone 'bout gang (Like gang, like gang)

[Verse 1: Iffy Foreign, Asian Doll]

Bullets hot, burnin' up his stomach

You send six, I'm sendin' a dozen

Back out, then you better up it

If I back out, won't do it for nothin'

On my cousin, I'm spendin' a hunnid' (No cap)

Now he runnin' like Forest, we bumpin'

What you did? You ain't do nothin'

Fuck it, he ain't gon' see when we comin'

He wan' see the pole, when I up it, I'm lettin' it go

I ain't savin' a soul, if you got the chop', then you better blow

Move hot, you better get low

Niggas ridin', they sellin' they souls

I could never

Want a verse? It's thirty or better

And if you play, thirty from the neck up (Aye)

[Verse 2: Asian Doll, Iffy Foreign]

She think she a demon, well, bitch, I'm the reaper (Uh-uh)

Killin' these bitches like I'm "Jeepers Creepers"

Bitches be switchin' and tellin' your secrets

You think you the hardest? You meetin' your leader

Asian, she with it, he call me his diva

Bullets, they hot, it's gon' leave him a fever

Don't want that nigga, he callin' my beeper (Aye, on gang)

I'm really crazy, I'm really violent

I'm with some killers, we turn up the violence

He say he love me, I fuck him and rob him

He say he love me, I fuck him and-

Where your bitch? I can't find 'em

Where your Glock? You don't pop it

Bitches boppin', niggas watchin'

If it's pressure, we on timin' (Like damn, like damn)

[Verse 3: Iffy Foreign]

H-he damaged, might need a check up

You know he dropped when we hit his chest up

We next up, and [?]

I got more bread than the average dude

You a fool, I got a tool, drillin'

Run up, I'm shootin' at you

S-send a deuce, three won't miss

Fuck it, I'ma just empty the clip

Lil' dumb nigga, he ran and he tripped

Ya mans get low, I'ma 'oot out his lip

He done it, [?]

[?] dirtbike, [?]

John Wick, my shit different

Like, who don't spin? Lil' nigga, you trippin'

We winnin', y'all niggas broke

All these blues, my jeans can't fit 'em