2 Mins of Hell lyrics

[Verse 1: Slayter]
Pop out the cut like hello
Chopper sing falseto
Kill a n*gga, then slide [?]
Sipping drank, n*gga, R.I.P. Fredo
[?] b*tch with an oxy
Left him dead on the floor [?]
I be smoking the opps like a rasta
Sipping lean that I got from my doctor
All my windows tinted
All my clips extended
It's a dirty game
We gon’ stand on Business
Pull up to his Business
Wasn't on the guest list
Check him off the checklist
b*tch, this chess, not checkers
[?] Texas
We had sex, [?] protected
She giving me neck, I'm missing my exes
Keep it a hundred, I still f*ck my exes
She hit my phone, but I ain’t get the message
[?] take an L, 'cause I learned [?]
I made it out the hood, that sh*t a blessing

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
I keep [?] n*ggas [?] I don't give a f*ck
Shoot my draco like a shuvvle, it's gon' lift you up
[?]
Who gon' be around and slide when sh*t get serious?
I don't really f*ck with a lot of n*ggas, n*ggas be soft
b*tch, I'm a boss
When I'm p*ssed off, n*ggas get offed
n*ggas get chopped
I don’t be mad at all
A lot of these n*ggas be lost
I got a bad b*tch [?]
I really be in the field, someone throw a bullet at me, [?]
I got a lot of ice, [?] brag about the sh*t [?]
[?] on n*ggas, me and Slay
Rikers Island, [?] my blicky is my baby
Sware I got a lot of [?] clean a n*gga, leave him hanging
Word to my motherf*cking mother, these n*ggas suck, they some suckers
Could’ve gave his ass a hundred, gave him 30, shouts out to [?]
These n*ggas ain't f*ck with us
These n*ggas ain’t nothing on paper
I just can't f*ck with no hater
I got a bunch of them flavors