2 Seater ​(​Keroro) lyrics

[Hook]
Smoking on gas and I know that you hear
Bro put a beam on the Glock just to shoot better
f*ck n*gga tried to finesse but I'm too clever
Bag full of X's and O's like a love letter
Bad little b*tch for the streets, bro, you knew better
If you knew better then, n*gga, you'd do better
f*ck on that blue-haired b*tch, Hatsune Miku
Walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues

[Intro]
(Hello)
Yeah (Beep)
Ah (Yeah)
Ah (Yeah)
Ah (Ah)
Yeah (Ooh)
Yeah (Ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah (Yeah)
Ah (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Yeah, she on my di*k 'cause she know I'm a go-getter
I f*ck her once and then I let the bros hit her
She suck me up like vacuum cleaner
She suck me up, your b*tch 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 b*tch in a two-seater
I really want that lil' b*tch but I don't need her
How the f*ck you fall in love with a broke n*gga?
Why the f*ck 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 f*ck with these n*ggas, these n*ggas is weird
Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear
I cannot die broke, that's my only fear
[Verse]

Smoking on gas and I know that you hear
Bro put a beam on the Glock just to shoot better
f*ck n*gga tried to finesse but I'm too clever
Bag full of X's and O's like a love letter
Bad little b*tch for the streets, bro, you knew better
If you knew better then, n*gga, you'd do better
f*ck on that blue-haired b*tch, Hatsune Miku
Walk in the mall and start thumbing through blues
Too many b*tches, don't know who to choose
She know Hi-C is a radical dude
Diamonds on me come in so many hues
Left her on read 'cause I'm not in the mood
I'm nodding off 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 b*tch weak in the knees, D Rose
Spilt the Hi-Tech on my BAPE camo
Hi-C the one, b*tch, I suppose
n*gga know how I rock and roll
[Interlude]
Yeah (Beep), yeah (Ah)
Yeah (Yeah), ah (Ah, hello)
Yeah, yeah
Ah (Beep)

[Chorus]
Yeah, she on my di*k 'cause she know I'm a go-getter (Beep)
I f*ck her once and then I let the bros hit her (Beep)
She suck me up like vacuum cleaner (Beep)
She suck me up, your b*tch 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 b*tch in a two-seater
I really want that lil' b*tch but I don't need her
How the f*ck you fall in love with a broke n*gga?
Why the f*ck 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 f*ck with these n*ggas, these n*ggas is weird (Beep)
Pillow talking, putting bugs in her ear (Beep)
I cannot die broke, that's my only fear (Beep)

[Outro]
Beep, beep
Beep
(Blood, darkness, come unto me)