Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason Brodie got the heat, if you squeeze then you tweakin' And you know I'm still frontin' when they throw me in the- Two-tone- Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason Brodie got the heat, if you squeeze then you tweakin' And you know I'm still frontin' when they throw me in the deep end Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Like that, yeah Yeah I'm floating like that, give me a boat 'cause I'm dripping like that, yeah Don't care where I'm at, I'll drop a bag but I'll get it right back, yeah (Some...) Times I'll be cutting it close I don't even wear all these clothes Like, I just buy it just for show But I might just burn on my own So I'm gon' spend it how I want, yeah It's the weekend, I might just go and hang with the guys Lay down home I just got the sign But I got nothing else but time So I, sit back and recline Hop in the whip and just go for a ride Turn up the bass and just chill to the vibes [?] clear to my mind See the price one time we ain't copping that I ain't never see the price but I'm rocking that Too much heat up in the vault so I'm locking that Me and 'Mari see a opp and we on that ass [?] like they tryna get a taste, uh Fuck that nigga, give me my space Tryna come back, shawty get out my face Watch out for the rap song, never leave a trace I'm a pro-skating nigga, I'm gon' be on my grind Yellin' never been another name [?] Face down, in my bag Whippin' too fast in this bitch I might crash Turn around, 10k, how I do the dash Got about 10k stuffed up in the mask Nigga, no looking back got my foot up on the gas Whippin' too fast in this bitch I might crash, damn Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason Brodie got the heat, if you squeeze then you tweakin' And you know I'm still frontin' when they throw me in the- Two-tone- Two-tone whip and I got it for the weekend Cop that shit, I don't even need a reason Brodie got the heat, if you squeeze then you tweakin' And you know I'm still frontin' when they throw me in the deep end Like that, nigga Yeah Like that, yeah Like that, bitch Like that, yeah (bitch) Like that, yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Like that Like that (yeah)