Two Shots lyrics

by

Nas


[Produced by Diplo & DJA]

[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

[Verse 1]
Goons in this b*tch, leave a n*gga on a stretcher
It's all there papa, you ain't even got to measure
Laughing at how all my old b*tches look jealous
Well, what goes around comes around, propellers
Money Over b*tches, M.O.B, Goodfellas
Cut our ears off, ain't sh*t you could tell us
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

[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
I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser

[Verse 2]
If you're scared, go to church; Mason Betha
Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard
The pus*y wetter, wetter than it's ever been
But she gon' probably try to cross the line like a Mexican
I ain't on that bullsh*t, shorty fine as f*ck though
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'mma choke off the gunsmoke
Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain
Pay me no mind but I don't have change
I c*ck back and aim at your membrane
Broad day, no mask, close range
Bop-bop!
[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
Me no tek bad up, me a done de place
Can't let these b*tch n*ggas slide and touch base
I make her c*m 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 b*tches c*mmin' and she gon' do whatever

[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

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