2 Liter

[Intro: Lando Bando & Rio Da Yung OG]
(313 Mafia)
Yeah, man, a whole lot of Hip Hop Lab shit, free Rio
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)
Yeah, Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga
What you just try to do? This lil'— this nothin' (StupidDog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

[Verse]
I just tried to pour a whole pint in a two-liter
I just had four naked hoes in a two-seater
You'll never see me fighting, I shoot people
I'm with the same old niggas from West Pat, ain't no new people
I just poured up what four plus two equal
I just hit a nigga in his head up close, I need shoe cleaner
I'll really kill a nigga 'bout them blue people
I learned how to live in the neighborhood, what did school teach you?
Real niggas pay attention when I talk, I'm a school teacher
You a pure pussy at heart, I see through people
Start bussin' in the house party and hit two people
I got a pint of Act' from my unc', he got leukemia
It be hard to chase a bitch, I got bronchitis
Hit his whip with a .223, he in the car dying
Fuck around and hit the gas tank, it's a car fire
I got a run on Vicodin and I'm a bar buyer
Got a roll of hundreds on me now thicker than car tires
Nigga think he too deep in that water, have a shark bite him
Niggas pure bums, ain't even got a credit card probably
My bitch just poured an eight of Wock' out, then we start fighting
I had to beat the bitch ass, I paid the high for that
Told the bitch, "You lucky you my girl, niggas die for that"
Don't give a fuck how fast it go, I wouldn't buy a 'Cat
I'm a grown man, I'm on the phone with House tryna buy a 'Lac
Your car probably forty-six thousand, mine a hundred racks
Just hit MGM for ten thou', I ain't comin' back
They talkin' 'bout the drank plug in there, now I'm running back
Them niggas threw ten shots at me, I threw a hundred back
He got a brick, but it been hit more times than a punching bag
Hit him in his ribs with the K, he got a stomach bag
Nigga drinking all that cut lean, now his stomach bad
He let off thirty shots, ain't nobody drop, what you bussin' at?
I just bought a rose gold plain watch, I'm bussin' that
I just made eighteen racks today, I hustle racks
You don't need a eighteen-wheeler for a brick, you can smuggle that
I just found some straight drop work, you can stomp on that
Let me check my bank account, where my phone at?
I see you got a bustdown, but you don't own that
All that pussy shit you niggas do, we don't condone that
I heard the nigga chain fake as fuck, I don't want that
Where you get this bullshit weed from? I can grow that
Used to re-up with a zip, now I throw bad
Hundred racks, walking out of Paul's with a store bag
I'm coming back if this the neighborhood they smoke dope at
Eight thousand for a party, where the show at?
Bro ask me how this shit going? Where the floor at?
Yes, I'm really getting money, how you know that?
You just did five years for a pistol, why you go back?
I heard bro got the ups on him and they ain't bust back
I'll get busy with the glizzy, and the whole hood know that