2 flat ti

[Verse 1] Bussa left, rearview window shatters Left my steps at the scene like a dancer Crackhead dead, caught one, no backup Hands on my head, clear the scene then gather Gotta clean my sweat and laughin' Key my 'Benz, no start-up No gasoline, either fix it or park it I can't even get out Shit, there's an op parked behind me God bless his soul My wrist finger-e-litto He thought I was pullin' over but I'm goin' right past the vehicle My wheels ain't made for a drill mission I pop two original Pirellis Get a grip, I drive steady Out da window if it's ready Pull a hit, I got rudies, I got spitties Steppin' over Ricky, steppin' over Mickey's I need some stability, I keep growin' weary It's quite usual but I'm too delusional to envy Rights over rights, my eyes off the common sense, the tires are my friends right now So today I'll hitchhike or have fun, get it fixed, and I could make it depend, right, but [Chorus] I got a two-flat tire, make it even worse, wherever I could make it I got a two-flat tire, going on a detour just to go in circles I got a two-flat tire, where the fuck am I going I got a two-flat tire, it's dark outside and it's rollin' on me [Verse 2] Right off the lot, tinted on the when, mami bon off yah tap Got a tin from the Jays, but she could be a op No talkin' no, whisperin' a lot so I ghost da Lamborghini Runnin' from the BC and the rudebois that are in need Fifty stars in the sky like a Burberry In this vehicle, jaywalkers, they get buried 'Round the world in this Pirelli, bon to Pirelli Driver seat, I'm abnormally obsessed, and I got the Uzi and the Mac on the set And again, where the fuck am I going? I just roll it on me [Chorus] I got a two-flat tire, make it even worse, wherever