2 Shots 2 Opps

Lyrics

[Intro: Asian Doll] Grrah (K-Khxn beats) Two Glocks, uh-huh [Chorus: Asian Doll, Iffy Foreign] (Aye) Aye, two Glocks, two shots, two opps These bitches be lyin' and these niggas what not Why you fuckin' with a nigga who ain't got no bodies? When there's beef, gon' be runnin' to the cops Lay low, bro shootin' through the door [?] been fuck folks (GDK) This TEC gon' blow, on flow I be smoking dead niggas, got gas for the low (Dead opps) Don't talk (Don't talk) Better think, better use your brain Don't tweak, get beat Don't show no fear, don't blink If you wanna just beef, I'ma charge a fee Rush 'em, hop out the V, niggas duckin' We at war like we fought the Russian Don't be callin' my phone 'bout nothin' Don't be callin' my phone 'bout gang (Like gang, like gang) [Verse 1: Iffy Foreign, Asian Doll] Bullets hot, burnin' up his stomach You send six, I'm sendin' a dozen Back out, then you better up it If I back out, won't do it for nothin' On my cousin, I'm spendin' a hunnid' (No cap) Now he runnin' like Forest, we bumpin' What you did? You ain't do nothin' Fuck it, he ain't gon' see when we comin' He wan' see the pole, when I up it, I'm lettin' it go I ain't savin' a soul, if you got the chop', then you better blow Move hot, you better get low Niggas ridin', they sellin' they souls I could never Want a verse? It's thirty or better And if you play, thirty from the neck up (Aye) [Verse 2: Asian Doll, Iffy Foreign] She think she a demon, well, bitch, I'm the reaper (Uh-uh) Killin' these bitches like I'm "Jeepers Creepers" Bitches be switchin' and tellin' your secrets You think you the hardest? You meetin' your leader Asian, she with it, he call me his diva Bullets, they hot, it's gon' leave him a fever Don't want that nigga, he callin' my beeper (Aye, on gang) I'm really crazy, I'm really violent I'm with some killers, we turn up the violence He say he love me, I fuck him and rob him He say he love me, I fuck him and- Where your bitch? I can't find 'em Where your Glock? You don't pop it Bitches boppin', niggas watchin' If it's pressure, we on timin' (Like damn, like damn) [Verse 3: Iffy Foreign] H-he damaged, might need a check up You know he dropped when we hit his chest up We next up, and [?] I got more bread than the average dude You a fool, I got a tool, drillin' Run up, I'm shootin' at you S-send a deuce, three won't miss Fuck it, I'ma just empty the clip Lil' dumb nigga, he ran and he tripped Ya mans get low, I'ma 'oot out his lip He done it, [?] [?] dirtbike, [?] John Wick, my shit different Like, who don't spin? Lil' nigga, you trippin' We winnin', y'all niggas broke All these blues, my jeans can't fit 'em