Two Shots - 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 (Uh)

Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher (Yeah)

It's all there, papa, you ain't even gotta measure (Uh)

Laughing at how all my old bitches look jealous

Well, what goes around comes around, propellers (Ow)

Money over Bitches, M.O.B, Goodfellas (Yeah)

Cut our ears off, ain't shit you could tell us (Nah)

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

Ahaha, 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 (Uh)

I'm a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser (Woo)

If you're scared, go to church; Mason Betha (Ha)

Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasin' a leopard (Pew)

The pussy 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 bullshit, shorty fine as fuck 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 fuck 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 cock back and aim at your membrane (Ugh)

Broad day, no mask, close range

Bop-bop, haha!

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 (Uh)

Me-Me no tek bad up, me a done de place (Boom)

Can't let these bitch niggas slide and touch base (Uh-uh)

I make her cum 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 bitches cummin' and she gon' do whatever (Yeah)

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

Two shots of whatever, two shots of whatever