Round 2

[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