We can speed in my 2 seater
Girl I got a 2 seater
Speed in my 2 seater
In my 2 seater
About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop
You see my shit isn't stock
I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls
Since I pissed off a cop, a couple tickets I have copped
But I can pay for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn or a Vince
Tiptronic stick or automatic you pick
Shit is static as shit, sure my shit is a M
Might get that X6 end, don't follow exit him
Might take a back street hidden
House got all sports cars like his garage is gym
Two sapphires on him neck next his precious gems
Now AMG it's in boy I will eat him Benz
New engine, you got that old shit with those deep rims
You got a warranty don't care if you scratchin rims again
We can speed in my 2 seater
Girl I got a 2 seater
Speed in my 2 seater
In my 2 seater
Sit in my passenger seat
You tell me I got too much speed
And I should slow, I should slow down
But I can't, cause you driving me wild
Girl I get a rush when we're speeding in my car
And sometimes it's too much
And you can feel the beat in my heart
Girl I get a rush when we're speeding in my car
And sometimes it's too much
I know some dudes that would find you that carry rugers
And shottas, and fucking shoot at your Honda
Then fucking zoom out in Mazdas
Them GOLF boys is bad for you like the food from McDonalds
Boy, I'm a king and I ain't lyin', boy, hakuna matata
Better watch for them hyenas if you flex then they swarm
Cashing so many checks they're calling him Tyler O-Comma
I'm tryna ball like I was Domo O'Connor in '09
Probably September...
Boy I'm just rhyming these syllables, suck my genitals
Album cover looking like the mascot of the timberwolves
Skate park at Pemberton
Hoping that I ditched the chords and go pick up the pen again
Cause I kill the dark shit like I'm motherfucking Zimmerman
Turn around and lose pounds like I'm fucking Timbaland
By pounds, I mean in (beep)
Give it till he cop brick like a wall with pig in it
And money coming out the blue
Like cops are changing fits or shit I'm killin' it
Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade
And we would go skate on them concrete waves
And now I switch gears to hear the cylinders pump
The beat thump, don't get it twisted boy my board's in the trunk (Skate!)
[Skit]
Can you roll my window up?
The fuck you turn my music down for, man?
Can you roll my window up?
Why? Damn!
Cause it's windy!
But I love it when your hair...
Blows, when it blows, when it blows
When your hair blows
Hanging out the sunroof
I love it when your hair blows
When it blows, when it blows, when it blows
Hanging out the sunroof
I love it when your hair blows
When it blows, when it blows, when your hair blows
Hanging out the sunroof
Listening to Mac DeMarco
Hanging out the roof window
Switch to third gear turbo
Skrting on these niggas
Skrting on these bitches
Listening to Mac DeMarco
Hanging out the roof window
Switch to third gear turbo
Skrting on these niggas
Skrting on these bitches
You can say you don't want to take that drive
But your hair, it blows
I know we'll have a good time
You just gotta stop being scared
Just roll
Just come and roll with me
It's all good
[Skit]
Yeah, man, what's good man, you good? I've been chilling, man. I've been doing some push-ups and shit
For real?
50 a day...Oh w-w-wait...is that that nigga Tyler?
I think so
Bitch ass nigga, here he comes, man FUCK this nigga, man, this nigga stink... w-wait be quiet, be quiet
'Ight
My nigga, T, man, what's good, man, you good? Alright, I see you!
I'm good, man, I'm good, I'm good
Ay, man, I see you with your little girl sh-she looks...okay. Alright, ya'll good, man, alright! Ay, your feature don't start for another 20 minutes, so you can go get your shit up, I can go and get some shit... and I see you with your little jewels and shit too, man!
Aw thanks, man, I'm trying, man, I'm just trying
Yeah, let me know if you need anything...I got you...just...you know...yeah
Alright um...yeah we'll probably walk around and come back when the movie starts whenever
Ight, man, I'mma see you
Ight, my nigga...ight
Erroll:
Fucking FAGGOT, man, I swear to GOD
Yeah
This nigga bitch weak too!
Yeah, she is
God dammit! I'd still fuck!
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