Lyrics:
where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
Sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It
where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
Sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that just received his medal
It
side and pump slugs in your car door (Fuck it homeboy)
So I don't ask nothing either (Trucha)
I just reach under my seat and heat em up with my heater
to the Bahamas
Two first class seats, me and hot mama
Two weeks then, back to greenhouse headquarters
More albums on orda'
More hard drives on orda'
Back
Pulled you out by your hair
If people ask I was never there
Come on baby and take a ride with me
Come on baby let's drive to the sea
Chorus
It's a hot
to the hotel, got in the room
There's shit in the toilet
Dick hair on the seat
And somebody blood on the towel
Well this shit here for you!
Carbonation and puss
still try to kick it and reminisce
Like remember all the hot nights?
In the back seat
Back when kissin' and touchin' would
Turn to fuckin' and
Fuck
a bitch (for real)
Me and you is not the same, when he call I ain't answerin' (ooh)
Hot on your bitch ass, go ahead and have a seat (right here)
Lil' Tay
the breeze before I lift
Your feet off the leaves
Now you eager to leave get back in your seat
While your lady feelin’ on my
Meat like a catholic priest
Like
noodles, Hot Cheetos
My life a motion picture, no sequel
My competition small-time
Hang glide on Doritos
I'm the closest thing to
BIG since Cease-A-Leo
My
I'm in the hot seat
Popping the bub while you knocking them up
I tell her hop in the
Truck with your thick thighs, big butt
Let me slide in your Creez,
With the leather seats
I'm just tryna feed the streets
And make a better me
If they ask me how I got it, bitch
I got it out the mud
As kids, was playin'
on the wheel
Slide down in the seat
She's wearin' new colors and
Runnin' pretty good
I got four hundred horses
Tucked under the hood
But there's no need to panic
feelin' nothin'
My mind been fucking wit' me too, it's hot
I'm in the oven
See, I'm just a schizophrenic dude, I
Don't do the lovin' or fuckin', or cuffin'
almost got hit, she said the devil workin'
You ever seen a nigga hit with a switch? Man, that shit disturbing
It's hot outside, and I still got my jacket
Rolls Royce, yeah this a drop top
.357 in the seat it'll pop pop
AR peep folk, now you getting pot luck
Plug come in with the dope, do the Cha Cha
it's full hot
He gon' keep blowin' (Keep goin')
We really was the ones
Ask about me on my block (Go ask)
Cop a ounce and cut up fifteen
Hundred dollars
back
A hundred thousand cash up in ten stacks
This domestic violence with no get back
That's Mei Ling walkin' with a chin strap
I'm super hot fire
leave
Baby, I know that you can't sleep
When I'm not by your side
I'm sorry, please, don't cry
She like Chanel, yeah, yeah
I do myself, yeah, yeah
Hot boxing on my block
System beating down the walls
From my trunk when it knocks
Put your feet up and relax
Put your seat back to the back
Allow
the kitchen
Now I'm on a mission to find different ways to diss 'em
Leave the toilet seat glistening by the time I finish pissing, yuck!
Listen up
Tryna
just sit in yo' seat
Okay, now you talking my language
I've been on tour for so long, adapted habits
Back home, now it's back to dabbing
Sorry if you
Everything's live, everything's live
Fucking hell fam, everything's live
Behind the tints, in my seat, live
Step out, see me on street, live
Yeah, I be screamin', "Take care", like I'm Drizzy, Drizzy
My nigga rollin' hot, right now it's Glizzy, Glizzy
No cap, baby girl, I keep on sayin' that,
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