2 Shots

Lyrics

[Intro: Nay Benz] 83rd, no Lz DOA DOA Floss Money [Chorus: Nay Benz] Mentioning Naz, we gon blow down the trap We the real niggas thats making it clap [?] start bugging, don't know how to act Ds on my body, I gotta move tact Shot by a dyke, can't beef with a kid Bend through [?], niggas know what I did Run into Bloodie, niggas let him live Next time I see him, make his homie dip [Verse 1: Nay Benz] Nigga, pick up a shovel Niggas dissing, they not on my level Free Mr. Shot After Shot off a pedal Really got spooky that day on the Revel 40. booming like Mitchell I can't wait till they free lil Esco Little G, try to run, I'mma get you [?] got shot, no one came to rescue (Boom, boom, boom) [Verse 2: C Blu] Bending, hoping that they outside If not, post a flick on live Fuck it, we just gon stay till they comе Dumping, 40 barking then they run Dummy, why you outside with no gun Poppеd, why you outside with no funds Beat em, caught him lacking on the bus Rappers, most of them never bussed a gun [Verse 3: Nay Benz, C Blu] Get em, caught him lacking with his son Two shots, he was running, now he done Dotty, nigga lacked and he was dumb Lotti, another goofy in my blunt (Boom, boom, boom) [?] twerk on the dick, she a freak ho Know it's free 83rd, free Rico (Grah, grah, boom) Headcrack gang when I'm letting that heat go (83rd) Chase down gang round his block, he a [?] (C Blu) [Verse 4: C Blu] Me and twin on the Tz, we posted Let it dump on the Gz, no jokin Mdotty got packed, shouldn't have been loafing All the guys stay strapped, yeah, we forever toting Never lacking, pistol packing, always got it, never ducking smoke Neckshot, bullets made him choke, smoking on opps, I'm higher than a Pope [Verse 5: Nay Benz] He get popped out his mind like it's acne (On bro) Niggas don't like to argue, then pack me (Boom, boom, boom) I could never leave home without Jackie Rah did bad, he got left in the taxi (Rah Rah) He keep mentioning bro, niggas losers Me and bro tryna aim for medullas (Grah, grah, boom) 38 hit him up with the Ruger Sliding with [?] , then switch up my [?] [Chorus: Nay Benz] Mentioning Naz, we gon blow down the trap We the real niggas thats making it clap [?] start bugging, don't know how to act Ds on my body, I gotta move tact Shot by a dyke, can't beef with a kid Bend through [?], niggas know what I did Run into Bloodie, niggas let him live (83rd) Next time I see him, make his homie dip (83rd, no Lz)