متن و پخش آهنگ 2Door (feat. Lamb) از Playboi Carti

متن کامل ترانه 2Door (feat. Lamb) با صدای Playboi Carti

Cash Carti in this bitch Ayy, ayy (come on, Benny, man) LAMB$ in this bitch Benny in that bitch Huh, yeah, yeah (what?) Yeah, yeah (what?) Ayy, ayy, ayy, hey, hey Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah) Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma chop the roof on my two-door (what, yeah, yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma pour a four inside my two-ay (yeah, what?) Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (what, what, ayy) Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma chop the roof on my two-door (whoo, whoo, whoo) I'ma pull up, I'ma pour a four inside my two-ay (yeah) Ancient steel, hermit AK-47 slingin' (whoo) I'ma cut my migo for the month, we still leaning (ay, ay, brr) Speedin' down Melrose, speedin' down Fairfax Up right now and still I take off with a nigga pack Steppin' out the door, I be moonwalking (ayy, ayy, yeah) Blue hunnids in my pocket, got 'em Crip-Walking (Crip, Crip) Trappin' ain't dead, all these pussy niggas scared (scared) If you hit it with the baking soda, you could get a fed Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah) Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma chop the roof on my two-door (what, yeah, yeah, what?) I'ma pull up, I'ma pour a four inside my two-ay (skrt, skrt, yeah) Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah, yeah, what, whoo) Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma chop the roof on my two-door (whoo, whoo, yeah, yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma pour a four inside my two-ay (yeah) Trappin' in my two-door, two-door, two-door (trap, trap, trap) Trappin' in my, ayy, two-door, two-door (damn, damn, damn) Yeah, in my two-door, my two-door (cash, cash, cash) Yeah, yeah, uh (cash, cash, cash) So much money, bitch, I think I need a money counter (money counter) Money counter, fuck a bank, that's how I feel about it I keep the piece, man, I keep the piece, man, so we gon' get real violent In my field they get real, what you know about it? I keep the pole like a streetlight, I won't leave without it I pour a four up in my Sprite 'cause I ain't me without it (without it) Zooted and booted, zooted and booted just like Cash Carti (yeah) Zooted and booted, zooted and booted, gave your ho some Molly Two floors, two floors, crib got like two floors Niggas try to run up on me, man, they need two more (two more) Bad bitch, bad bitch, but I need one more (one more) Yeah, damn, then I poured a whole four Out my two-door, two-door, two-door (run it back one more time) Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door I'ma pull up, I'ma chop the roof on my two-door I'ma pull up, I'ma pour a four inside my two-ay Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah) Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah, yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma chop the roof on my two-door I'ma pull up, I'ma pour a four inside my two-ay Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door Trappin' out my two-door, two-door, two-door (yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma chop the roof on my two-door (yeah) I'ma pull up, I'ma pour a four inside my two-ay (yeah, yeah, what?) ♪