[HOOK: Daniel Caesar] I thought I told you don't take it too far Don't take it too far I thought I told you (through the city with the top down) Don't take it too far Don't take it too far
I come to you as friend, not foe Just thought that I would let you know... I come to you as friend, not foe Just thought that I would let you know...
[VERSE 1: Sean Leon] Okay, no passengers in this Porsche papi Pill poppin' them pills partner Pussy poppin' that Porsche coupe Porsche wheel looking real proper Pardon me but my real father never gave a fuck He never been bothered UH, had me feeling like, UH Had me feeling like what the fuck you want want want want UH I'm that type of nigga To kill a keyboard killa Watch what you typing, nigga Look, My dogs never blog They just hog bitches Then they hit em raw Then they dodge, all of your bitches, uh The moon and the sky never had no shit on I Never ever, never I So whoever, ever, tries Will forever, ever, die Guard your wife with your life Cause I'll feed her little lies then destroy your little life I am I I'm the I In the win you'll never eye I may see over heads But there is nobody over me Ninelevenne GPS'ing on the dash Do I find my way to heaven or my way into some ass?
[Bridge x 3] Passengers in this Porsche Passengers in this Porsche Passengers in this Porsche Passengers in this Porsche Ain't no passengers in this Porsche
I thought I told you...
[Interlude]
[VERSE 2: Sean Leon] Feeling like it's happened Cause back when I was rapping, I was never getting pussy Now the pussy's never absent Now the pussy come with accents If she ain't fully mixed, she a fraction Foreign features and the fashion Got me stunting on the women from my past tense Got me thinking about the women I was having And how you'll never get to have them Shit, this is how I had them Like coke, how I bagged them Got throat was my anthem Got throat cause I'm handsome And had some bands for the dancers Heavy is the head, nigga Porsche coupe pussy pop like the whores do She gon' hit me every time a nigga touching down All this pussy on my lap, got to sort through Part 2 Bet she picking my pickle, I pick apart you Pussy niggas, I'm popping, I'm like Pac was Swerve in my lane, I might park you Partly cause my apartment was down in the basement There with my partners But now we done came up, killing the rap game Poking the carcass Sick of this fame shit but that be the same shit you niggas wanting Bitches begging for dick, Niggas begging for mercy I'm begging no pardons