[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 bitch, leave a n***a 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

[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 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

[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 bullshit is stinkin' up the place (Uh)
Me-Me no tek bad up, me a done de place (Boom)
Can't let these bitch n***as 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)
[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