Two Three Shots Part 2

[Intro]
(Traphouse Mob)
They know who really pullin' up (That Structure)
(Yo, [?], turn this up)
Grrah-grrah, boom (That swag)
(Luca on the track)
They know we shot clock clutch, like
Twenty-three shots if he jackin' the Babies
And we still gurbin' niggas (Grrah-grrah, boom)
G Bando Jordan (EBK)
That Structure, brrt the–
Uh

[Verse]
Provoke the violence, uh, I will justify it
They say they tap but they shooters dyin'
You just a rapper, I do the slidings
Say we never get back, but they keep gettin' hit, uh
Let me talk my shit
You backdoored ya' mans, now we smokin' that shit (CJ)
How you sayin' backdoor don't exist?
Like, don't let me find out the addy
Niggas keep sayin' they spinnin' on [?]
Me and QB get to spinnin' through Flatbush
Two-three shots if he [?]
I'm not your regular rapper
Park up and shoot, I'm not callin' for backup
He get robbed for some [?], uh
And my 'ooter from overseas just got his passport
I push a button, put you in a backboard
And we smokin' on CJ, [?] Backwoods, like
And my 'ooter from overseas just got his passport
I push a button, put you in a backboard
And we smokin' on CJ, [?] Backwoods, like
Call up the cuz, get it crackin'
Two buy, too fly, 'Miri jeans, blue Mackage
'Member three-eighty, she think she a bad bitch
[?] and flashy
I'ma [?] you to check my average
Every Structure rapper really clap shit
Most of these rap niggas really be rappin'
Most of these rap niggas really be–
[?] Ciggy, I pack him
If I see Max, I bet know [?] slap him
I be quick to turn him to a caption
He gon' snitch if he see I got Jackie
Like, pop champagne, cheers
'Cause gang end niggas' careers, Bali
Low opp bitch and she callin' me daddy
Suckin' my dick till her lips get ashy
Like, give me the drop on them boys, bitch
Talkin' on Blaze, he just gave us a target, uh
Now we killin' they artist
Act like you know, we got ammo and armor, uh
I tell JJ to spark him, like
Creep up, don't alarm 'em, like
26, what? Free Zah B, we was fuckin' him up
Ya' niggas got my niggas fucked up
I heard boy survive, he locked up
Me and Bizzy, two-three chops, one truck
Both signed a deal and we still tryna park on them niggas
I ain't give a fuck 'bout them niggas
You disrespect Structure, we spun on the niggas
And that's everyone of them niggas, grrah, grrah
And lil' 16 mad 'bout the last track
When I see him, it's up for them niggas
I ain't wanna give him no attention
They keep suckin' dick for recognition
Couple niggas beefin' over bitches
Tell 'em niggas, get up out they feelings
No, I ain't cop a Cuban or a pendant
I'm still up a hundred independent
Niggas steady watchin' what I'm spendin'
Why these niggas watchin' pockets?
Made a flip on the low
'Cause these niggas profit-watchin'
That's why I keep pocket-rocket
I got a hit him if he think he got a victim
Too many niggas dyin'
My circle got smaller, the money start multiplyin'

[Outro]
I push a button, put you on a backboard
And we smokin' on CJ, [?] Backwoods, like
(Yo, [?], turn this up)
I push a button, put you in a backboard
And we smokin' on CJ, [?] Backwoods, like
(Luca on the track)