Two Shots

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

Uh, 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 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, 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 all 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 trending topic, I’m a fucking trend-setter
Haha

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

Uh, I’m on two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever
Man 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 2 - Lil Wayne]

If you’re scared, go to church, Mason Betha
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing 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, shawty fine as fuck though
Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain’t cutthroat
Cut down on the syrup cause it made me fuck slow
Shoot so many times I’mma choke off the gun smoke
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, pop pop
Haha

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]

You can get two shots from wherever
You can get two shots from whoever
It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together
I should probably do better but probably, whatever…

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne]

Your bullshit is stinking up the place
Me no tick 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, uh, bowling ball
Haha, two shots of whatever
Keep them bitches coming and she gon’ do whatever
[Chorus - 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
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever