Lyrics:
somethings gone totally wrong
Two car garages packed with one way doubt
We're the people our parents warned us about
They look past the lake to see
can see the sharks and piranhas, a pair of pajamas
That's my neighbor, the faggot disrespecting my mama
No cars in the garage, it's underground shit
hundred cars in my garage
Give all the keys to the homies that's Goyard
Free the homie Flow say it two times
Free the homie Flow say it two times
I
Draco‘s when we hopping out you better get inside
Mix clicking with the switches by these bullet we abide
Chorus:
Keep my car in my garage cause we can't
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
stand on his own two feet
Got a strong business mind, straight out the streets
He gotta have security, power and wealth
Cause I can do bad by my God
the trunk
I pull up to the mansion protected by a gate
I hop over it see two guards with AKs
Pop one in the head the other starts firing
I jump into a ducking
stylish clothes inside
Of a car that makes our neighbour jealous
And putting the jealousy breeding
Car inside of a
Garage that makes our neighbours more
Quack, quack
I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching Worldstar
Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car
You ain't
went pop, now the wrist got vanity
Boy he hot
I don't think yall understanding me
Three car garage, four cars, a calamity
No caveats, at the restaurant
need filters on your pictures
If I was your man
Foreign cars in your garages
Two pairs, what's your size?
So sexy, so chocolate
She ain't got no
chain
Twenty-three on muthafuckin' Forbes, nigga
Twenty-three exotic cars in the garage, nigga
And I hustle like I'm two three
Bitch I hustle like I'm
just on my Pharoahe Monch
Rappers, kneel before me like I'm trying to prepare a pun
I'll cut your body up and put it in two different cars
Put it in
She says "What?"
I say we're goin' to the drive-thru!
So we head out the front door
Open the garage door
Then I open the car doors
And we get in those
tears in their eyes
Neither one could speak
Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything
Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch with
tears in their eyes
Neither one could speak
Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything
Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch
I am not satisfied with getting by
I need an Audi or Bentley in my garage
I know these b like that I'm a god
Order in life will get you far yea
Sense
Might take back street hidden house
Got sports car like like his garage is gym
Two sapphires on your neck that's his precious gems
Now AMG it's in boy
at your house I don't care bout a charge
Chopper by the couch knock you to the garage
I got money now I think it's time for a car
Catching her fucking off
Man y'all clueless
I let 2 women ride me, that's car poolers
I rock stupid ice, Mr water coolers
If y'all in the buildin', Then we all intruders
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
on second thought break them trees up
'Cause I'm not sure if you gon' roll one as cold as me
I was shown by G's, Forgiatos on my auto it's a car show on my
a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in
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