My Jeep (feat. Flatbush Zombies & The Underachievers)
(Hook) You remind me of my Jeep I wanna wax it And drive it And drive it
(Verse) Switchin lanes, I’m swerving Heated brain, I’m learnin Nigga getting burned, all he getting is earnings Turn me to ashes, I put it on they asses I’m back from the dead with the death But that’s just the fastest, swerving through traffic No worry I’ll catch em, I’m currently distracted Attractive bad bitch, she tryna get it waxed like my ashes And if you crashin know pussycats get caskets Don’t get gas And if your clutch is thrown These blunts won’t get passed I’ll put yo guts in a open bag Why you talkin like where yo tokens at? This just ain’t potent bags This shit is chocking gas Sim simmer, who got the keys in the beamer Who sees believes in the mirror Voodoo, my flee speeds on the highway Beast coast where I lay, won’t stop til my day
(Hook) You remind me of my Jeep I wanna wax it And drive it And drive it
(Verse) Racing in my drop top One got one pop Shawty going on about how mean and how is team flop She mesmerize as I hit her mind Now I hit her spot back at my spot Right on my mother’s couch ouch When on that Brooklyn shit Speedin soulfully through the game, living Fuck yo fame, I’m above uh Growing up they say you never really change But since my younger days I’ve been switchin lanes, pavin the way School, we never showin up Homie, homies rollin up Sittin in the back of the bus pullin a 40 up Niggas never fightin with us, homies a throw em off Where the thoughts will end so wuddup? Let’s throw the whole thing up Get a hoe OG, keep it in motion Beats go scary chosen, niggas sick, got the potion I’m hopin the knowledge of me and my niggas spoken We find a nigga in the village spoken, once out here throatin You niggas is fuckin hopeless Yea yea, my niggas go get it
(Hook) You remind me of my Jeep I wanna wax it And drive it And drive it
(Verse) I’m sittin in the whip dreamin about tactic Soon as rap shit and high to make my cash flip Don’t even practice, I already get my askers Flow’s nasty, I could probably sell a blank list Paid multi on, 28 grams bitch I get my OZ on, lay me 14’s Bitch I get my OG on, got on Christian Dior But we livin like we be most Talkin shit and rollin up That’s the way that we on MCM, jacket, gold teeth like I’m Jerome Teeth soomed up Acid drops in my cup, don’t just sit there, go wussup What that pussy crackin dutch, she rollin up, one take on her Rubber cover me up, you know somewhere man that’s crazy Lil nigga ain’t mine, I told em about yo baby She said Meech don’t even try to play me I switch gears, Jeep went urr like ya ain’t it
(Hook) You remind me of my Jeep I wanna wax it And drive it And drive it