Lyrics 2 SEATER - Justin Rarri

2 SEATER

Skrr, skrr
Oh, oh-oh
Ayy, uh
In back of the Wraith (Back of the Wraith)
Sticked up with a K' (with the K')
Oh, oh
Hop in the floor two seater
Tell her bring all your friends, I need 'em
Becky go for the bro 'cause she a eater
I’ma hit it again then go and feed her
She know that I’m a boss, coupe beater (Ayy)
Heard the bricks broke the scale new meter
Now they mad as fuck 'cause I don’t need 'em
Puttin' on for the gang we all conceited
2020 she gon' see I’ma ball (Ball)
7AM we might fuck on the floor (Floor)
Hunnid thousand, I ain’t even on tour (Tour)
Scooped her in a BMW car
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin', fuckin' all on your broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I ain’t into makin' all these friends so get off me (Off)
I just messed up again countin' all of the guap in back of the Wraith
I got bad bitches, hunnid and fifty round drums they gon' hit at your face
Bitch I’m rich, so we fuckin' inside of a mansion just me and my bae
Bought her new Gucci and Chanel
Disrespect out the mouth I’ma wish 'em well
Shorty know I’ma fortune teller, diamonds all on my neck look like wishing well
Tell that boy I ain’t stupid, nigga, keep 'em wrapped in the closet,
he finna tell (All my niggas with it)
I got too many Glocks peeking out of the pocket, these niggas they see and tell
At the end of the day (At the end of the day)
I got racks in the safe (I got racks in the safe), yeah, yeah
I just fucked on a bad bitch (Bad bitch, oh Lord)
I ain’t settlin' for nobody especially no average (Oh-oh, oh-oh)
Shorty gon' act like a model but she from the hood, so she know 'bout a nigga
(Know 'bout a nigga)
Make a little pack turn into figures (Ball)
Got a broke nigga mad, he ain’t know the feeling (Yeah)
Countin' all the bread up with all my niggas (Yeah, ayy, ayy, oh my God)
2020 she gon' see I’ma ball (Ball)
7AM we might fuck on the floor (Floor)
Hunnid thousand, I ain’t even on tour (Tour)
Scooped her in a BMW car
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin', fuckin' all on your broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I ain’t into makin' all these friends so get off me (Oh yeah, yeah)
I just messed up again countin' all of the guap in back of the Wraith (Uh-uh,
uh-uh, uh)
I got bad bitches, hunnid and fifty round drums they gon' hit at your face
(Uh-uh, oh yeah, yeah)
Bitch I’m rich, so we fuckin' inside of a mansion just me and my bae (Oh yeah,
oh yeah)
I got racks nigga, all up inside of the bank, nigga fuck what you think (Well)
Brodie peepin', he tweakin', my nigga gon shoot at your brain (Skrr)
And the way that I’m breaking her back, you gon' think I’m insane (Oh, oh)
Whole dick inside of her, if I see me a baddie, I gotta fuck
That brand new, we got piles of them (Got piles of them)
All my niggas they with it, they down to bust (They down)
I’ma go far nigga
Drive that shit like I’m go-kart, nigga (Uh)
Paint the face like I’m Cozart, nigga (Uh-uh)
Peep the stars in the Rolls Royce, nigga (Uh-uh)
Fuck 'em all, I avoid all niggas (Oh yeah)
Anyone know the fuck I be on (Ayy)
I got the coldest heart (Oh, oh)
Only me and my niggas on God (Yeah)
Fuck what they talking cuz
2020 she gon' see I’ma ball (Ball)
7AM we might fuck on the floor (Floor)
Hunnid thousand, I ain’t even on tour (Tour)
Scooped her in a BMW car (New car)
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin', fuckin' all on your broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I ain’t into makin' all these friends so get off me (Off)
I just messed up again countin' all of the guap in back of the Wraith
I got bad bitches, hunnid and fifty round drums they gon' hit at your face
Bitch I’m rich, so we fuckin' inside of a mansion just me and my bae
Bought her new Gucci and Chanel
Disrespect out the mouth I’ma wish 'em well
At the end of the day
I got racks in the safe, oh
Hmm-hmm (Hmm-hmm)
Hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm (Hmm-hmm)
Hmm-hmm, hmm, hmm