2 On That

By JamWayne

On Tackle Box

Released on July 28, 2025

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[Chorus]

Give me two on that, two balls like that

Hang a high fast ball, get your pitch jacked

That's a long deep fly goin' back-back-back

Gon' send it to the moon, alien contact

Give me two on that, two balls like that

Hang a high fast ball, get your pitch jacked

That's a long deep fly goin' back-back-back

Gon' send it to the moon, alien contact


[Verse 1]

Give me two on that, two great blunt wrapped

Two pack of Marlboro, two pack of Zig-Zags

Two Natty like pack of 15 in the back

That B30, yeah, get two more of that

Then two Number 2's from the Jack's

Comeback Sauce, two Chicken Finger Snack

With a couple Milkshakes, strawberry, chocolate

She got a 'Bama booty and she know I'm poppin' it

Bumpin' "Big Poppa", watchin' corn pop up in rows

Tendin' to my crops down in old dirt road

Tim McGraw, kinda dry when I talk

Pops started son, had to break a cigar jaw

Hacksaw Jim Duggan on that ass

With a 2x4, if you that boy

Two runs, I win the game, I'm up too bad

Old double deuce, put some runs on the board

(Give me two)


[Chorus]

Give me two on that, two balls like that

Hang a high fast ball, get your pitch jacked

That's a long deep fly goin' back-back-back

Gon' send it to the moon, alien contact

Give me two on that, two balls like that

Hang a high fast ball, get your pitch jacked

That's a long deep fly goin' back-back-back

Gon' send it to the moon, alien contact


[Verse 2]

Too fly not to spread his wings

You think things that he been through

Evil things he thinks they would have come true

Bein' ashamed for how the hell stay hungry

Off his chain, and he blows out his brain

Through this notepad, ballpoint pen out

Grenade with the pin out, stay about the pen out

Gotta find a better way, the paper has run out

Run with the gun out, now put the gun down

What do you know? Use your head between your shoulders

Rods got boulder, heart got colder

Flip them bricks just to chip off the block

Run this city, fat knots will pop

Anyhow, so we pray to the sky for the breeze blow

Chief with a big truck, green leaf, mean flow

Deep down Dirty South, try to get a repo

Better get the fo'-fo', pop-pop kin folk


[Chorus]

Give me two on that, two balls like that

Hang a high fast ball, get your pitch jacked

That's a long deep fly goin' back-back-back

Gon' send it to the moon, alien contact

Give me two on that, two balls like that

Hang a high fast ball, get your pitch jacked

That's a long deep fly goin' back-back-back

Gon' send it to the moon, alien contact