Zillionaire Doe - 2 Years Lyrics

      

2 Years
by Zillionaire Doe

Intro
S-T-A-R
Workin' out this bitch, ain't no smokin' in this car (Floaty, turn that shit up)
If I had a— I used to put 'em—
Youngest Boss, nigga (Fuelz got that heat)
T-R-A-P S-T-A-R
I'm a T-R-A-P S-T-A-R
I'm a T-R-A-P S-T-A-R
Youngest Boss, nigga

Chorus
I'm a T-R-A-P S-T-A-R
Nigga, we workin' out this bitch, ain't no smokin' in this car
Before I had the pounds, used to put the grams in the jar
Lil' Doe, blue house livin', we done came far
Two years in this shit, game in trouble
I'll never get content, Youngest Boss, nigga, I'm workin' double
Country boy, he don't know the prices, nigga, he gon' pay double
Youngest Boss, niggas ain't seein' me, on my mother (On my mother)

Verse 1
How you gon' say I don't deserve this shit? Got me fucked up
Likе I wasn't on that plane every week likе I lucked up
Freaky light-skin bitch, I came, nigga, and got sucked up
You don't feel me now, you gon' feel me later, know my shit tough
Paper cuts everywhere, I just keep thumbin'
Trap nigga ball hard, NBA, Andre Drummond
Doe gon' be here for a minute, I got wherever, what you want?
A LV, kirke mix up, she get super wet (She get super wet)
Way before this rap shit, real trap star
Before I had a plug, l used to put the grams in a jar
Youngest Boss, nigga, yeah that's me, nigga
Hate to glorify it, but gotta say it, Doe a real street nigga (Youngest Boss, nigga)

Chorus
I'm a T-R-A-P S-T-A-R
Nigga, we workin' out this bitch, ain't no smokin' in this car
Before I had the pounds, used to put the grams in the jar
Lil' Doe, blue house livin', we done came far
Two years in this shit, game in trouble
I'll never get content, Youngest Boss, nigga, I'm workin' double
Country boy, he don't know the prices, nigga, he gon' pay double
Youngest Boss, niggas ain't seein' me, on my mother (On my mother)

Verse 2
Play took too long, so I drove off
Vacuum sealin' got me rich, stove always off
Chicken noodles what I'm cookin', nigga, see that stove on
Weed gang got me lit, crack game don't never last long
It's a L after L, nigga, and then that bag long
Bae gon' chill at the house, know I'ma bring the bag home
I got everything in Louis, only reason I'm in Chrome
Youngest Boss, nigga, get super fly like a drone
Even though I'm rappin' now, what you need?
I ain't trippin', shit go left, nigga, it's just weed
Doe was just pullin up to your trap, now I'm a star
Next purchase that a nigga finna make, bullet proof car

Chorus
I'm a T-R-A-P S-T-A-R
Nigga, we workin' out this bitch, ain't no smokin' in this car
Before I had the pounds, used to put the grams in the jar
Lil' Doe, blue house livin', we done came far
Two years in this shit, game in trouble
I'll never get content, Youngest Boss, nigga, I'm workin' double
Country boy, he don't know the prices, nigga, he gon' pay double
Youngest Boss, niggas ain't seein' me, on my mother (On my mother)

Outro
Youngest Boss, nigga
Y'all quit playin' with a nigga like this shit ain't goin' on, nigga
I ain't even wanna do this shit, nigga
What they talkin' 'bout?
I'm a T-R-A-P S-T star
If I had a plug, l used to put them in a jar
We done came far
Youngest Boss, nigga