2 Litre

[Chorus]
Another pack just came in through the mail
I got niggas still waiting to bail
Taking risk, do it neat or your time gone
If I hop in that car then your mind gone
Sippin' red ratio in my Styrofoam
We just put all this pain in two litres
We gon' hop out and dutty the ninas
Bad lil' momma, she holding the heaters
All them nights taking risk we was rinsing a pack
If I step on your block got that switch on the back
Them hittas walk down, leave your brain on your lap
If shit gon' get sticky then who got your back, when shit get real?
Can't show no love so we ride with the steel
Cartier buffs I see red, we riding around we still chasing the dead
Still taking 'em risk, we still duckin' the feds

[Verse]
Uh
Yeah, we still duckin' the feds
When I grab my Glock I put one in the head
New opp in the air, crodie pass me the meds
Streets getting hot better watch where you step
I'm just tryna get a hunnid M's, hunnid drops
Bag on your head then we taking a top
Renty four up with Glock's and mops
Button on the back and I swear it won't stop
Some might say that the life that we living is gawt
But if you ask me I say that it's not
What you gon' do when nothing's in your pot?
What you gon' do when the block's getting hot, now?
If they hit your mans you better rock out
Anytime I suit up bet I lace 'em down
Stuffing rubber bands with the red and the brown
We still jugg and finesse
Hit it once, now lil shawty obsessed
Bet she line you up then we making a mess
Hunnid days, hunnid nights we would jugg out the rental
We just tryna get up out the ghetto
Don't lack at the light, quick to make a scene yellow
Pop up at his porch, he was shook like some Jell-O
Beam on the Glock
It's right at your top
I wave him goodbye
I ain't waving hello

[Chorus]
Another pack just came in through the mail
I got niggas still waiting to bail
Taking risk, do it neat or your time gone
If I hop in that car then your mind gone
Sippin' red ratio in my Styrofoam
We just put all this pain in two litres
We gon' hop out and dutty the ninas
Bad lil' momma, she holding the heaters
All them nights taking risk we was rinsing a pack
If I step on your block got that switch on the back
Them hittas walk down, leave your brain on your lap
If shit gon' get sticky then who got your back, when shit get real?
Can't show no love so we ride with the steel
Cartier buffs I see red, we riding around we still chasing the dead
Still taking 'em risk, we still duckin' the feds