Lyrics 2 Seats - Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane

2 Seats

Yeah six figure one top two seats four wheels
I might be gone off them pills
My whip Gucci whip whole lot of funds
My goons Gucci gone whole lot of guns
Top back switchin lane, bet that bitch gone give me brain
If she ain’t I ain’t trippin' bitch get out in the turning lane
White on white Lexus, that’s my fish scale movement
When I was in the hood I was cocaine moving
S 550 like a Maybach moving
I was an American Gangsta before the movie
Yo Gotti, one nigga, two heaters
Purple by the liter, in my two seater
Two seats, It’s two seats
One girl, and one me (yeaaaaaaah)
She say she like it cause it got two seats (huh)
New paint new feet and its one me (Go!)
Two seats, It’s Two seats
Gucci Mane Yo Gotti what it dooski
Hoes love it when a nigga got a two seats
Two seats, It’s two seats
(Yo Gotti Gucci Mane what’s happenin' huh)
Skrrt!
My Lowenharts is tearing up the asphalt
Pulled up in a Jaguar, '08 Porsche Carerra
Testarossa Murciélago '08 this McLaren
Ferrari spider apple cider call that bitch the fast one
Off white vet with the off white diamond
Pulled up to the light and stop, the rims be spinnin' backwards
Two door Viper with rally stripes, now she stops in traffic
A coupe on standing rims in '08?
Boy you need yo ass kicked
The viper come with two seats I call that bitch the cat truck
Police tried to whip me over so I drove it faster
Six racks worth of hundreds on me I don’t keep a gas card
Prototype two seat Camaro East Atlanta Nascar
Guns on deck, fifty round my neck
100 in the car, I die for my respect
Car jack who?
Gone rob who?
Gone slap who?
Bitch I’ll kill you
Oh oh!
Them boys a fool, doing donuts in the lamb
Me Yo Gotti, ask yo hotti damn the doors gone whip her body
Two seats and not two heaters we don’t want to hurt nobody
Private party act retarted two seat '08 Maserati, uh