2 Door - Jim Jones, Tory Lanez, Ball Greezy

I come through, drop-top foreign in that hood I’m from

These bitches look I look at them I’m like look at me now

I’m back to balling like that n*gga that you know I was

They ask me questions 'bout that Honda that I used to roll

I took it back and bought a 2 door

My money thicker than a sumo

My spanish bitches yellin' Dimelo

I took her back and bought some new hoes

I took it back and bought a two door

I started out as a basic n*gga

Till I hooked up with some Haitian n*ggas

Whip that shit like quaker n*gga

Big 45 got a bake a n*gga

See I don’t give a fuck if the fuck n*gga's dry

Take me right where the fuck n*gga at

I put a slug in the fuck n*gga hat

And knock that fuck n*gga off of the map

I spin that shit cuz I got that voice

I was born in the hood I ain’t got no choice

Big body Benz with the deuces on it

Young n*ggas yeah but the loose is hommit

24−7 on the grind

The littlest thing on the block with the iron

I had to get rich in the back of my mind

And I was too broke to go back in the house

I had to get the packages out

As soon as the packages out

I drop me a grill in my mouth

Big jewelry hanging on my neck

All type of hoes hanging all in my chest

Cuz they heard this n*gga done got that check

Drop my top my shit all wet

Stacks on deck bitch I stay fresh

I told y’all n*gga I got this

I wasn’t always rich

Coming from the hood there was always bricks

Starting from a A from the 4 way sprint

Then we got weighed at

I was in the hallway with ski mask n*ggas kick that shit

That was at least but 44 whip

Hangin at the club with a 40 on the hip

I had took that back

Just so a n*gga could buy him a drop

Stolen these n*ggas and I push that pack

Now I’m riding the drive right through the hood

Where they cook that crack

N*gga you looked at me wrong

My n*gga hopped out and pushed it back

I want some two door shit

Thinkin' about buying like two more whips

Penthouse cribs with two floors bitch

With you and your friend and two more bitch

Trying to get better my said

Nothing but living my suped up with

Ain’t nothing better than a suped up bitch

Than a n*gga leaned back

Hit a few Os where the roof go

I been balling all alone

N*ggas like room talent at

Cuz a n*gga's stash got too low

But, I’m back bitch

Haiti’s baby

I was born on the exact date that crack hit

Grinding up to a hunned stacks for my lil n*ggas is past tense

Gents probably had two fights

They whole life but shooting fast quick

Two dykes in the room fighting

About who’s gonna get the last lick

Not to toot my own horn

But I got them doing a hundred in the

And it’s worked for me really hand built

Got this bitch smelling like a landfill

I’ve been stunting since little n*ggas

Since headbands and Grant Hills

Living life in the fast lane while these pussy n*ggas at a standstill

And I ain’t even had a spitting game

I fucked your whole some fan shit