2 Shots

Yeah, what up Ash
Ah ahhuhh
Its Tino Baby
Okay
Yeah yeah yeah

I just walked in the club with a big ole strap (Glahh)
And got me lookin like Santa with this big ole sack (Cash)
And gotta whole lotta drugs thats a big ole trap (Ah huh)
And we make money money money im talkin big ole cap (yeah)
And im just laughin to the bank (Yeah)
Blowin on some dank
Told lil mama gimmie brain cause i like the way she think (Ugghh)
In a H4 hummer (Scuurt) switchin lane to lane
Dat bitch mounted like a tank inside lookin like a plane (Yeah)

Its Tino Baby bitch you know i do it my way (Okay)
I drop the top and do the dash on the highway (I do)
I just got shot so you'll get popped for looking sideways (Gunshots)
And all my goons 59 or they 9trey (Blat blat slat) okay
1 2 hunnid threw that bitch out like who want it (Cash)
3 4 thou so much drip i need a towel (Ooh)
5 6 bands spent it made it back again (I did)
7 8 racks i just dropped that shit in sacks (Okay)
You kno i had to come back on that boss shit (Okay)
Im talkin Big Bank, QC P, & Ross bitch (Who)
Im talkin fuck it up in Follies on the day shift (Huh)
Im talkin so much cash it'll make you hate bitch (They do)
I know yo hoe go bust it open for these racades (Smash)
Im running through these hoes like i own backpage (Cash)
I heard you getting money boy buy yeen that paid (Nah)
I gottem clutchin at the hip (They is) for this 415 drip (Bow bow)

I just walked in the club with a big ole strap (Cash)
And got me lookin like Santa with this big ole sack (Yeah)
And gotta whole lotta drugs thats a big ole trap (Its Tino Baby bitch)
And we make money money money im talkin big ole cap (Ah huh)
And im just laughin to the bank (Yeah, cash)
Blowin on some dank
Told lil mama gimmie brain cause i like the way she think (Ah huh)
In a H4 hummer (Scuuuuurt) switchin lane to lane
Dat bitch mounted like a tank inside lookin like a plane (Yeah)

Im in a hummie (Scuurt)
Ya bitch with me she goin dummy (Slurp)
Fuck that who want it (What)
How you want beef but brought salami (Glllhh)
I got that money foreal (Cash)
Try to reach for it you know you'll get killed (Pop)
My shooters stay clutchin the steel (Yeah)
Im poppin a seal (Yeah)
Sip codeine while poppin a pill (Ah huuh)
I get the bag (I do)
Drippin flavor taste the swag (Drip drip)
When i pop out i make em mad (Huh)
Ooh dont let em see the tag (Nope)
They might (They might)
They might (They might)
They might have to see a doctor
If I (If I) like i (Like I)
Just cop it when i be shoppin yeah (Ya dig)
Like fuck it (Fuck it)
I might have to drop a bag on it (Bag)
Fuck it (Fuck it)
My bitch foreign and she bad homie (She bad)
Fuck it (Fuck it)
10 racks in jewels make her grab on me (Grab)
Fuck it (Fuck it)
He a lil to close im finna spazz homie (bow gllllhh)
Tell my shooters do em (Bow)
Lord bless him no achu em (Nah)
All these bands on me i blew em (I blew em)
Like Tom Brady how i threw em (I threw em)
My flow sick it got the flu (Its sick)
And my weed stank just like the sewer (Stank)
Straight from Cali i just flew her
Im a bad bitch connoisseur (Yeah)

I just walked in the club (Cash) with a big ole strap
And got me lookin like Santa with this big ole sack (Its Tino Baby bitch)
And gotta whole lotta drugs thats a big ole trap (Ah huh, okay)
And we make money money money im talkin big ole cap (yeah)
And im just laughin to the bank (Yeah)
Blowin on some dank
Told lil mama gimmie brain (Ah huh) cause i like the way she think (Scuuuur)
In a H4 hummer (Yeah) switchin lane to lane
Dat bitch mounted like a tank (Okay) inside lookin like a plane (Yeah)



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Writer(s): Alexander Hull
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