2 Shots lyrics

[Intro]
See if I can do this sh*t in one take I got TRL in the mornin'
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Just got some sh*t on my mind, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Look

[Verse]
Love when we talkin' bout bars, 'cause I swear mine go hard
Got nothin' in your pocket but you speak about raps
But you don't wanna speak about facts, but f*ck that
Yeah your car nice to mine, but please don't make me draw behind
With a .45 [?] had the Audemars
And the focus make the target rise
My partner locked up, free him, n*gga
Know what it feels like to be him, n*gga
But we gotta scuffle when he get out
'Cause he disrespecting me, and I'm the only one that feed him, n*gga
Damn, that sh*t hurt, I'm the one that make the clip work
Better ask about me when that n*gga pull that mask up out me
Boy I'm the only one that make the clip burst, you b*tch work
I break bread with my clique first, did it first
Talk about the ones, both did dirt
Robbed n*ggas, sold dope, doin' big work
Stabbed in the hand it took me two years to make my wrist work
n*gga, yeah, for real
Stabbed in the hand, boy, it took me two years to make my wrist work
Collectively but we lost one, but we got about a hunned some [?] in
Hard [?] my bigger brother Richie, but the struggle real turned me into a business man
I remember f*ckin' b*tches with a pistol in my hand, 'cause I know she got a man
f*ck that, I'ma kill that pus*y tonight, yeah, man I hope he understand
Look, don't lose your life about a b*tch, dawg, especially we both hit, dawg
'Cause I came here for pleasure, but please don't make me turn this motherf*cker to a lick dawg
So big dawg, get your pus*y ass down, for real
'Cause I'm really with the sh*t, now get the clip
The pistol grip, release from hip, then hit ya lip
I plead the fifth, f*ck you mean, stupid motherf*cker?

[Outro]
Haha, thats all I got to say to you n*ggas for right now
Until you n*ggas make me mad, again
f*ck you mean, y'all n*ggas know what's happenin'
DC for life, RIP Richard
Know that