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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