Round 2

Lyrics

[Intro] (Wait, Han made this?) Yeah (Oh, yeah, oh, oh) [Chorus] Hop in a two door coupe Wit' his bitch she droppin' the roof And she like "what you wanna do?" I wanna count up more blues We wipin' his nose, achoo I'm takin' this bitch right too Right in the end it's you I'm takin' his bitch, round two [Verse] Is you fuckin' wit' me for me Or do you want my bread? And his bitch give sloppy neck I told the bitch, "come correct" Bitch, I'm a dog and she my pet I'm too high, bitch, I can't help it And this drug addiction, you can't help it My pockets, they full, they green like Celtic I hop on the beat, I nail it And this shit I feel, they ain't felt it And these fabrics, they never felt it She wanna fuck now 'causе I'm wealthy Forty-two hoes like Dugg Hе talk, he catch a slug He body bagged, his grave drug I ain't done with these hoes I can't fuck wit' no troll And I love when it snow And she wan' fuck on the road She said I'm a playboy like Carti Sippin' on drank, no Bacardi I got two hoes in the lobby She wanna come back 'cause I'm poppin' Bitch, I pop my shit Don't sip that drank if it ain't sealed I walk in and she get chills I been the shit before a deal She wanna come, back still 4PF, pockets filled I know that you ain't here, you ain't here Light them candles up, let me spark up Let me roll this blunt, and this love shit ain't fun Pass my twin a bitch, I pass that bitch like Baker Mayfield And my bros, they in too deep They too stuck up in that field [Chorus] Hop in a two door coupe Wit' his bitch she droppin' the roof And she like "what you wanna do?" I wanna count up more blues We wipin' his nose, achoo I'm takin' this bitch right too Right in the end it's you I'm takin' his bitch, round two