Текст песни 2 SEATER - Justin Rarri

An' I'm back in the race
Stay up with the game
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'mma hit it again then go and feed her
She know that I'm a boss coupe beater
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'mma ball
7 a.m we might fuck on the floor
Hunnid thousand, I ain't even on tour
Scooped her in a BMW car
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin', fuckin' all of your broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I ain't into makin' all these friends so get off me
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 out the 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'mma wish 'em well
Shawty know I'm a fortune teller, diamonds all on my neck just like wishing well
Tell that boy I ain't stupid, nigga, keep 'em wrapped in the closet, he finna tell
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)
I just fucked on a bad bitch (Bad bitch, oh Lord)
I ain't settlin' for nobody especially no average
Shorty gon' act like a model but she from the hood, so she know 'bout a nigga
Make a little pack turn into figures
Got a broke nigga mad, he ain't know the feeling
Countin' all the bread up with all my niggas
2020 she gon' see I'mma ball
7 a.m we might fuck on the floor
Hunnid thousand, I ain't even on tour
Scooped her in a BMW car
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin', fuckin' all of your broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I ain't into makin' all these friends so get off me
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 out the face
Bitch I'm rich, so we fuckin' inside of a mansion just me and my bae
I got racks nigga, all up inside of the bank, nigga fuck what you think
Brodie peepin', he tweakin', my nigga gon' shoot at your brain
And the way that I'm breakin' her back, you gon' think I'm insane
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'mma go far nigga
Drive that shit like I'm go kart, nigga
Paint the face like I'm Cozart, nigga
Peep the stars in the Rolls Royce, nigga
Fuck 'em all, I avoid all niggas
Anyone know the fuck I be on
I got the coldest heart
Only me and my niggas on God
Fuck what they talking, they ain't on what we on
2020 she gon' see I'mma ball
7 a.m we might fuck on the floor
Hunnid thousand, I ain't even on tour
Scooped her in a BMW car
I got more money then your daddy of course
Niggas thuggin', fuckin' all of your broad
I been cold hearted nigga back from the start
I ain't into makin' all these friends so get off me
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 out the 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'mma wish 'em well
At the end of the day
I got racks in the safe, oh