2 Seater (Keroro)

Smoking on gas and I know that you hear

Bro put a beam on the Glock just to shoot better

One nigga tried to finesse but I'm too clever

Bag full of X's and O's like a love letter

Bad little bitch for the streets, bro, you knew better

If you knew better then, nigga, you'd do better

Fuck on that blue-haired bitch, Hatsune Miku

Walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues

(Hello)

Yeah (Beep)

Ah (Yeah)

Ah (Yeah)

Ah (Ah)

Yeah (Ooh)

Yeah (Ooh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ah (Yeah)

Ah (Yeah)

Yeah, she on my dick 'cause she know I'm a go-getter

I fuck her once and then I let the bros hit her

She suck me up like vacuum cleaner

She suck me up, your bitch a Soul Eater

I hit that ho out the park, Derek Jeter

I pour the Hi-Tech inside of a two-liter

I'm pulling up on your bitch in a two-seater

I really want that lil' bitch but I don't need her

How the fuck you fall in love with a broke nigga?

Why the fuck she tell her friends that I go with her?

I'm smoking gas to the face but won't smoke with her

She post a pic on the 'Gram, had to pose with her

Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas is weird

Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear

I cannot die broke, that's my only fear

Smoking on gas and I know that you hear

Bro put a beam on the Glock just to shoot better

One nigga tried to finesse but I'm too clever

Bag full of X's and O's like a love letter

Bad little bitch for the streets, bro, you knew better

If you knew better then, nigga, you'd do better

Fuck on that blue-haired bitch, Hatsune Miku

Walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues

Too many bitches, don't know who to choose

She know Hi-C is a radical dude

Diamonds on me come in so many hues

That's why I'm red 'cause I'm not in the mood

I'm not enough, pouring red in the juice

I'm pulling off getting head in the coupe

I paint her face like I'm playing Splatoon

I pop a bean 'cause it give me a boost

Smoke light green like Keroro

Got bad hoes on my camera phone

Racks on racks, got hoes on hoes

Walk in the mall, got rows on rows (Okay)

Your bitch weak in the knees, D Rose

Spilt the Hi-Tech on my BAPE camo

Hi-C the one, bitch, I suppose

Nigga know how I rock and roll

Yeah (Beep), yeah (Ah)

Yeah (Yeah), ah (Ah, hello)

Yeah, yeah

Ah (Beep)

Yeah, she on my dick 'cause she know I'm a go-getter (Beep)

I fuck her once and then I let the bros hit her (Beep)

She suck me up like vacuum cleaner (Beep)

She suck me up, your bitch a Soul Eater

I hit that ho out the park, Derek Jeter

I pour the Hi-Tech inside of a two-liter (Beep)

I'm pulling up on your bitch in a two-seater

I really want that lil' bitch but I don't need her

How the fuck you fall in love with a broke nigga?

Why the fuck she tell her friends that I go with her?

I'm smoking gas to the face but won't smoke with her (Beep)

She post a pic on the 'Gram, had to pose with her (Beep)

Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas is weird (Beep)

Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear (Beep)

I cannot die broke, that's my only fear (Beep)

Beep, beep

Beep

(Blood, darkness, come unto me)