Lyrics

[Part I: 2SEATER] [Intro] Woo! (We) Yeah Woo! Yeah [Chorus] We can speed in my two-seater (Woo! Yeah) Girl, I got a two-seater Speed in my two-seater In my two-seater [Verse 1] About a hundred on Fax and it's easy to stop (Yeah) You see, my shit isn't stock I used to piss in a pot and now I piss on the walls But 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 is stick Or automatic, you pick, shit is static as shit (Yeah) Sure, my shit is AM, 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 Not AMG, it's M, boy, I will eat him Benz New engine, you got that old shit, your rims depends Him got a warranty, don't care if him scratch him rims again [Chorus] We can speed in my two-seater Girl, I got a two-seater (Get up here, girl) Speed in my two-seater In my two-seater (Ooh, yeah) [Bridge] (Woo! Yeah) (Woo! Yeah) 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 (Woo!) 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 (Woo!) And sometimes, it's too much [Verse 2] Yeah 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 at McDonald's Boy, I'm a king and I ain't lyin', boy, hakuna matata Better watch for them hyenas, if you flex, then they swarm They cashing so many checks, they're calling him Tyler O-Comma I'm tryna ball like I was Domo O'Connor in '09 Or 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 killed 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 'til 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 Fuck! [Verse 3] Back when Left Brain had the hightop fade (Woo! Fade) And we would go skate on them concrete waves (Woo! 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!) [Segue] 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... [Part II: HAIR BLOWS] [Intro] Blows, when it blows When your hair blows (When it blows) Hanging out the sunroof I love it when your hair 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 [Verse] Listenin' to Mac DeMarco Hangin' out the roof window Switch to third gear turbo Skrrtin' on these niggas Skrrtin' on these bitches Listenin' to Mac DeMarco You're hangin' out the roof window Switch to third gear turbo Skrrtin' on these niggas Skrrtin' on these bitches [Bridge] You can say you don't want to take that drive But your hair, it blows (It blows me away) 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 [Outro] Yeah, man, what's good, man? You good? I've been— I've been chilling, man, I've been doing some push-ups and shit For real? You know, fifty a day... Oh, w-w-wait... is that that nigga, Tyler? I think so Bitch ass, nigga, here he come to me, man Fuck this nigga, man, this— this nigga stink 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 Ayy, man, I see you with your little girl, she— she looks... okay Alright, y'all good, man, alright! Ayy, your feature don't start for another twenty minutes So you can go get your shit up, I can get y'all 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, man, 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 start or whenever Ight, man, I'ma see you Ight, my nigga... ight Fucking faggot, man! I swear to God! Yeah Haha, this nigga bitch weak too! Haha, yeah, she is Goddammit! I'd still fuck!