Two Shots Lil Wayne

[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 bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher
It's all there papa, you ain't even gotta 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 trendin' topic, I'm a fuckin' 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 pussy wetter, wetter than it's ever been
But she gon' 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'ma 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
Bop-bop!