Jim Jones - 2 Door lyrics

[Intro:] D-Rock D-Rock [Chorus: Tory Lanez] I come through, drop-top foreign in that hood I'm from These b**hes 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 b**hes yellin' deal it low I took her back and bought some new hoes I took it back and bought a two door [Verse 1:] I started out as a basic n*gga Till I hooked up with some Haitian n*ggas Whip that sh** like quaker n*gga Big 45 got a bake a n*gga See I don't give a f** if the f** n*gga's dry Take me right where the f** n*gga at I put a slug in the f** n*gga hat And knock that f** n*gga off of the map I spin that sh** 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 j**elry 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 sh** all wet Stacks on deck I stayed fresh I told y'all n*gga I got this [Chorus] [Verse 2:] 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 sh** 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 sh** Thinkin' about buying like two more whips Penthouse cribs with two floors b**h With you and your friend and two more b**h Trying to get better my [?] said Nothing but living my suped up with Ain't nothing better than a suped up b**h Than a n*gga leaned back [?] [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 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 b**h 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 b**h 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 p**y n*ggas at a standstill And I ain't even had a spitting game I f**ed your whole some fan sh** [Chorus]