Two Seater Lyrics

[Chorus]
In that two-seater (Zoom)
Rollin' my weed up (Gas)
Baby, I need ya (Need)
Baby, I feel ya (Ooh)
Gotta sip margarita (Sip)
Got a thick mamacita (Yeah)
Rollin' all of my weed up (Gas)
I'm like baby, I need ya (Ooh)
I pulled up in a Rover, these bitches really don't know us (Oh no)
Why you talkin' that shit? I pull out my pistol and blow it (Boom, boom)
I'm like, "girl, where you goin'?" (Ooh), I got weed that I'm rolling (Weed)
And it's only that potent (Wow), if you want you can smoke it (Yeah)
I got that good gas

[Post-Chorus]
(Woah, woah, woah)
Roll it then we blast off
(Woah, woah, woah)
Light it then we blast off
(Woah, woah, woah)
Roll it then we blast off
(Woah, woah, woah)
Light it then we blast off

[Verse 1]
Look at my bitch, she bad
All I be rollin' is sacks (Gas)
Shawty be callin' me daddy (Yeah)
Used to be ridin' a Cadi (Skrt)
Now I pull up in a 'Rari (Yoom)
Tell all my hater I'm sorry (Yeah)
I'ma be flexin' and flexin' until I am dead, lil' bitch, you know that I ain't sorry (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Damn, hippity hop (What?)
Shawty go on top (Yeah)
Shawty go on rock (What?)
Kickin' the rocks (Wow)
Kick it like rocks (Woo)
Shawty on pill (Beat)
She don't wanna stop (Beat)
Beat up the box (Beat)
Deep in that p*ssy and I tell her then pull out pistol, I nut and I reload (Pew)
Lil' bitch that I'm f*ckin', I give her out nothing I kick her out, tell her don't freeload
Freeload, ayy, motherf*cker wanna take that money from you won't give it right back (Yeah)
Shawty gon' call my phone when I hit that
Shawty gon' walk on through my trap
Anyone talking that shit, they get popped cause I 'got me a hitter I keep in the back (Woah)
If you talk to the mice, then you be with the rats
If you full of the garbage, you take out the trash
Oh no, no, no, no, don't you lie to me Girl do I look like a toy? Don't you play with me
All that shit that they be doin', that's the foolery
That ain't new to me, ain't nothin' new to me
I got flavors of the weed, depending on what you need
We rollin' the cigarillo, we pick you that purple-green shit
Got a lot of them fellas, they riding along me
She said that she feelin' down, I brought her through for the team

[Chorus]
In that two-seater (Zoom)
Rollin' my weed up (Gas)
Baby, I need ya (Need)
Baby, I feel ya (Ooh)
Gotta sip margarita (Sip)
Got a thick mamacita (Yeah)
Rollin' all of my weed up (Gas)
I'm like baby, I need ya (Ooh)
I pulled up in a Rover, these bitches really don't know us (Oh no)
Why you talkin' that shit? I pull out my pistol and blow it (Boom, boom)
I'm like, "girl, where you goin'?" (Ooh), I got weed that I'm rolling (Weed)
And it's only that potent (Wow), if you want you can smoke it (Yeah)
I got that good gas

[Post-Chorus]
(Woah, woah, woah)
Roll it then we blast off
(Woah, woah, woah)
Light it then we blast off
(Woah, woah, woah)
Roll it then we blast off
(Woah, woah, woah)
Light it then we blast off

[Verse 2]
Seventeen, nineteen hoes in a bando
Rollin' that weed, I feel like Rambo
I ain't gon' f*ck with you, no scandal
Shawty wanna leave with me, no vandal (Let's go)
Girl, why you talkin' and chillin' with him?
Global Dan that and then Global Dan this (Turn up)
He ain't all of that and his music is sh-
What was that? I ain't even hear nothin'
Everyone sounds like mosquitoes
Rollin' that weed know shawty want me though (Gas)
When I'm all through city with all of my brothers and Bentleys, I'm feeling like beetle (What? Skrt, yeah)
I'm in the mafia, shawty gonna top me yeah, yuh
Give me that sloppy, yuh, rollin' up fire weed, yuh

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