2 Shots (feat. Loc Saint & Hexxx)

(Verse 1: Big J)

(BANG!) 2 Guns out it ain't no doubt that I'm still 'bout it 'bout it

(BANG BANG!)

If you run your mouth you'll get shot down it ain't no doubt about it

(BANG BANG!)

So come and find out I run my town and other zip codes around it (BANG!)

Put my gun in your mouth 2 Shots go down and that's where your heart stop pounding

Rollin' through the hood boy I'm dippin' in the old school

(?) with me (?)

I hope you fucking know me and you know what I'm about

Only business on my mind I'm living loud for the clout

See me pulling out the pop out everybody getting shot

If the opps they fucking with me I'ma give 'em what I got

Get back motherfucker I'ma get you in a minute

My forty-five throwing facials and I'm throwing up my set

Yeah I'm sharing my location cause these haters wanna try

Someone better call they Momma cause the kids about to die

Better give 'em 2 Shots click-clack to the dome they'll never be identified I let they brains go

Then I pull up on his homies light him up and watch 'em drop (BANG!)

Keep the chopper on my waist because the barrels still hot

Drive-by in the hood boy you know I do my thang

Looking for the family I let my nina sang (BANG BANG!)

With my pistol (BANG BANG)

With my Glock (BANG BANG)

In my city (BANG BANG)

On an opp

1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home

With my pistol (BANG BANG)

With my Glock (BANG BANG)

In my city (BANG BANG)

On an opp

1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home

(Verse 2: Loc Saint)

Shoot 'em up! Shoot 'em up! Watch everybody fold

1-2-3 all the bodies hit the floor (BANG BANG)

Big J is on his shit and everybody getting got

With the stick he going crazy and he never gonna stop

You bet I'm peeling off 2 Shots to the face

9 Millimeter no shots go to waste

My handheld ruger and it's pressed to his eye

Now we getting personal I watched a man die

Yeah I hold it down and I rep my fucking block

You know that I'ma slide on his motherfuckin' spot

Street sweeping in the hood not a single person left (BANG)

Headshot next shot (BANG) bullets to the chest

I see the motherfucker crawling and he's tryna get away but little did he know I can hit from far away

Cock back and pull it up you catch me aiming for his head

There's nothing more enjoyable than making sure he's dead (BANG BANG!)

With my pistol (BANG BANG)

With my Glock (BANG BANG)

In my city (BANG BANG)

On an opp

1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home

With my pistol (BANG BANG)

With my Glock (BANG BANG)

In my city (BANG BANG)

On an opp

1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home

(Verse 3: Hexxx)

2 Shots leave your line flat

150 nickel plated leave your face slashed

I'm in a killa zone baby the killas home and I'ma keep it chrome whether this killa wrong

Looking like a blow up back to this thug rap

Got the feds stuttering suffering succotash

Peep my history (uh!) I'm hella certified (das rite!)

Pussy you ain't the truth, you turned scurrdy life (bitch!)

Pull up in that bucket hearse homie it's the church

You on the turf, bounce 'fore you pussies get hurt (bounce!)

What's the word homie we ridin' or what

Put that bullet through your brain like I give no fucks

Click pump you can smell the gun powder

Screaming "fuck my enemies" and y'all cowards

Look! Basically stay the fuck up out my city everybody knows I got the demons rolling with me

(Outro)

(BANG BANG) With my pistol (BANG BANG)

With my Glock (BANG BANG) In my city (BANG BANG) On an opp

1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home (BANG BANG)

With my pistol (BANG BANG) With my Glock (BANG BANG)

In my city (BANG BANG) On an opp

1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home

2 Guns out it ain't no doubt that I'm still 'bout it 'bout it (BANG BANG!)

If you run your mouth you'll get shot down it ain't no doubt about it

(BANG BANG!)

So come and find out I run my town and other zip codes around it (BANG!)

Put my gun in your mouth 2 Shots go down and that's where your heart stop pounding

2 Guns out it ain't no doubt that I'm still 'bout it 'bout it

(BANG BANG!)

If you run your mouth you'll get shot down it ain't no doubt about it

(BANG BANG!)

So come and find out I run my town and other zip codes around it (BANG!)

Put my gun in your mouth 2 Shots go down and that's where your heart stop pounding