Two Shots lyrics

[Produced by Diplo & DJA]

[Intro]
Uh

[Chorus]
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 (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Goons in this b*tch, leave a n*gga on a stretcher (Yeah)
It's all there, papa, you ain't even gotta measure (Uh)
Laughing at how all my old b*tches look jealous
Well, what goes around comes around, propellers (Ow)
Money over b*tches, M.O.B, Goodfellas (Yeah)
Cut our ears off, ain't sh*t you could tell us (Nah)
Write your name on the bullet, that's a f*ckin' love letter
If I ain't a trendin' topic, I'm a f*ckin' trend-setter

[Interlude 1]
Ahaha, uh

[Chorus]
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 (Uh)
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser (Woo)
[Verse 2]
If you're scared, go to church; Mason Betha (Ha)
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard (Pew)
The pus*y wetter, w-wetter than it's ever been (Huh?)
But she gon' probably try to cross the line like a Mexican (Oh)
I-I ain't on that bullsh*t, shorty fine as f*ck though (No)
Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain't cut-throat
Cut down on the syrup 'cause it made me f*ck slow
Shoot so many times, I'ma choke off the gunsmoke (Brrt)
Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain (What?)
Pay me no mind but I don't have change (What?)
I c*ck back and aim at your membrane (Ugh)
Broad day, no mask, close range

[Interlude 2]
Bop-bop, haha!

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Your bullsh*t is stinkin' up the place (Uh)
Me-Me no tek bad up, me a done de place (Boom)
Can't let these b*tch n*ggas slide and touch base (Uh-uh)
I make her c*m so many times, call her "nutcase" (Woo)
It's Young Money, baby, take your clothes off (Yeah)
Give me them three holes, uh, bowlin' ball (Yeah)
Haha, two shots of whatever (Uh)
Keep them b*tches c*mmin' and she gon' do whatever (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever (Yeah, yeah)
It's like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together
I could probably do better, but probably's like never (Yeah, yeah)
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser

[Outro]
Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever