"2 Seater" lyrics

[03 Greedo:]
(I need to talk to Mike Laury) Uh-uh
(This is Mike Laury)
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Dubba-AA flexin')
This shit is re—
Be on me (Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Love me
You love me
(This is the sound)

I need you to fuck me
Just like you love me
I need you to fuck me
Just like you love me

Said he asked me to meet you at your club and shit, like
I ain't finna come in there throw no ones and dance, fuck that

Fuck a two-step, baby, hop up in this two-seater
I just poured some meds, now I got a thirty-two liter
Fresh up out the lot, need a stash with a two-peater
Niggas tryna jack, leave him flat, how we do people
Bro came here to party, why he mad? We just getting paid
I can tell he doing bad, got him looking like a different age
Different bitches all across the map from every state
Iconic intellectual that made it off the interstate
Like the re-up in the trap, bring it back, bitch
Let me in the ghetto, getting fried, no catfish
She look like a princess, project life is vicious
If I tell you my first name, is you gon' tat' it on your titties?
Best be waitin' in that lobby, bitch, I'm landin' in your city
This a rental, but it's mine, so give me head in this two-seater, ayy
Ayy

I need you to fuck me
Like you love me
I need you to fuck me
Like you love me
I need you to fuck me
Like you love me
I need you to fuck me
Like you love me

[Desto Dubb:]
Pretty, thick in a two-seater
Cactus plant Forces, cough syrup eater
She know a nigga want her, but I never need her
The Hellcat better known as a fire breather
I just paid ten thousand for a fuckin' two-liter
She in the middle of the front seat, suckin' on my peter
I was bumpin' "Sweet Lady," think I blew out my speakers
I know the bitch hungry, I can tell that she a eater
GT3 488 Ferrari Spider
Greedo talkin' shit 'cause I always steal his lighter
They always try to see which one of us flyer
But two make one, nigga, can't get higher
How the fuck we the boss? I ain't never got hired
I used to pop a bean every time I got tired
Now we in an Aston Martin, burnin' out the back tires
The police pulled me over, but my license expired
I used to be a buyer, I turned to supplier
We go to the cleaners, we used to have to iron
Used to hit the laundromat, now we got a dryer
I used to get a rental, now all the whips, I buy her
Cough syrup G's in a Hurricane Spider
I'm grippin' on the wheel like some motherfuckin' pliers
She askin' for my dick like that shit was a charger
Hellcat Challenger, no, it's not a Charger
If you seen me with my bitch, you gon' think you seen the Carters
I put my arm up, the windshield wipers start workin' (This is the sound)

Uh-uh, all 'em start workin'
Turned on the songs and the bitch started drinkin'
Uh, uh-uh, started workin'
Huh, uh, workin', uh
Uh