Two Shots - Lil Wayne

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

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

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

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

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

Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever