2 Seconds Flat Lyrics

American muscle from Mopar is dying

This is the last call for all you roadrunners

Godspeed

I just got a random FaceTime from this ho, she tryna see who I'm with

Baby, I'm either with them Benji's or I'm with my fuckin' kid

It was just me and gang, standin' up in it, niggas doin' burglaries

I know this shit could change in any minute, keep me a 30 clip

Nigga, I was takin' a risk, spending a bag

I was tryna make some back

I was tryna flip everything I had, so I ain't gotta sell no fuckin' crack

I was tryna go outside and get to driftin a fuckin' Hellcat

Fuckin' laws don't wanna chase me, I do zero - 60 in two seconds flat

Two seconds flat, gang just pulled up flexin' Scat

Auntie just text me back, said she think she met her match

They hate me, I'm on shit

I came up from quarter sacks

AP on my wrist, it came from where the water at

Two seconds flat, this shit go two seconds flat

Two seconds flat, zero to six, two seconds flat

Two seconds flat, aunty, she keep textin' back

Auntie says she met her match

Zero to six, two seconds flat

Seconds flat, this shit go two seconds flat

Seconds flat, zero to six, two seconds flat

Seconds flat, baby says she match

Guess that's why she textin' back

Gang, just pull up flexin' Scat

Seconds flat, seconds flat

Seconds flat, two seconds flat

Seconds flat, zero to six, two seconds flat

Ugh