TwoCup - 12 Shots

They, said they wanted chill, well it's not this
I'm, ghetto like a Fanta and some hot chips
Just, gunning for the top, let's see em top this
You, try to clip my wings, I'm making hot clips
Getting drunk in the day, feeling toxic
Boxing anyone thinking that I'm not shit
12 shots in the club, but no hot chicks
Shells drop, ding-ding like some chop sticks
They, said they wanted chill, well it's not this
I'm, ghetto like a Fanta and some hot chips
Just, gunning for the top, let's see em top this
You, try to clip my wings, I'm making hot clips
Getting drunk in the day, feeling toxic
Boxing anyone thinking that I'm not shit
12 shots in the club, but no hot chicks
Shells drop, ding-ding like some chop sticks
21 gun salute, you can't stop this
Best to just rock with, the ones dropping hot shit
Now the 808 feels like a drop-kick
Exploding like a mob hit, you'll know it when the knob sticks
Know you hate every time that I drop shit
But your stop sign, look, sorry ain't gonna stop shit
Earned all the stripes, so I'm trying to get the spots next
See me with the chop stick, screaming out, watch this
Luciano, face tattooed and skin fade
On a ball, parole calling since the 10th grade
Heaven sent, but I swear I was sin made
Pour it up, lemme know how the shit taste
They, said they had enough best to not shoot
Then they, said they wanted more, but just not you
So I, headed to the top like a boss do
Then I, told him he could pack and keep the box too
Got a call from my partner, said he out now
So I'm on 75, headed southbound
See me out, don't wanna run your mouth now
Cuz in the consoles where I keep that pow-pow
You ain't ever shot a gun, let's take a test
Potato on the barrel only makes a mess
Put your keyboard down, n just take rest
Don't copy, click, paste, you could fake it less
They, said they wanted chill, well it's not this
I'm, ghetto like a Fanta and some hot chips
Just, gunning for the top, let's see em top this
You, try to clip my wings, I'm making hot clips
Getting drunk in the day, feeling toxic
Boxing anyone thinking that I'm not shit
12 shots in the club, but no hot chicks
Shells drop, ding-ding like some chop sticks
They, said they wanted chill, well it's not this
I'm, ghetto like a Fanta and some hot chips
Just, gunning for the top, let's see em top this
You, try to clip my wings, I'm making hot clips
Getting drunk in the day, feeling toxic
Boxing anyone thinking that I'm not shit
12 shots in the club, but no hot chicks
Shells drop, ding-ding like some chop sticks

Written by:
Robert Millwood

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