2 SEATA

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah

2 Seater car, I am the man
I can not fall, don't need no friends
We had a ball, this life it can't end
Yeah, ah shoutout my doctor, keep giving me meds
All of my pockets they stuffed up with dead's
Not sippin on liquor, my drank it be red
She know we at war, because I left her on read

This uzi gon up em put shots at his head
She wanna ride, cuz I got all this bread
I seen that cap, its all lies what u said
Yeah, ah I cant fuck with shawty, so fucked on her friend
Louie v sweater, 3 racks what I spent
My shooter a camper, but don't got a tent
You boys is so broke, you splitting the rent
I can not fuck wit u, I told her direct
She in my dms, so I hit accept
Im smoking kush, for side effects
My house it been haunted, so I never slept
I get to the money, like Mario collect
I been on my own, therapist said neglect
I ain't throwin cash, in the strip throwin cheque's
My life was a mess
Now I start to see bless
My shooter a psycho
He sleep with a vest
This life it to short
Gotta prey for the best
I got all my brothers
Cant fuk with da rest
Yeah I got all my brothers, can't fuck with the rest
I fuck on the shawties, I fuck on the best
This uzi gon up em, put shots at his chest
This louie v doufle got stacks up of cash
This money aint flash but it coming in fast
Trackhawk all black, my foot on the gas
In love with my girl she shaking that ass
This louie v doufle got stacks up of cash
This money aint flash but it coming in fast
Trackhawk all black, my foot on the gas
In love with my girl she shaking that ass
Geekd im so geekd
Im so geekd

It's Traydot don't follow no trends
He biting the wave I know he pretend
I come to your city, I'm fucking the tens
Been on my own don't need no friends
If she a dime, might hit again
Bad bitch and I like her friend
2 Seater but they both going to fit
His fit I put that on my neck
This bag I put on your head
Catch u slipping they ain't gonna see u again
2 Seater we gon spin the block
Streets cold so we make it hot
Tray in the club so these hoes gon flock
If that's my bitch she gon hold the glock
Rip to all the ops
You can smell the aroma when we in the spot
Smoking dope got me close to god
Smoking dope got me close to god
Hands clean if you call the shots
Still keeping gloves in the box
My old hoe done had me wrong
My new bitch don't need no makeup on
That boy soft, one call to get him gone
Carrying the team just like Lebron
In the stu cookin with no apron on
If she make a mess she gon lick it gone
Gotta move the packs, cause they knew the spot
Three letters got the city on lock
It's VV 2x and they still wonderin when Tray gon drop



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Writer(s): Arjun Gill
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