Silver stock paint job all on my ride
No it ain't slammed, but the windows automatic
Little yellow paint scrape, passenger back side
Saw it on Craigslist, knew I had to have it
Got a manual transmission
One headlight out, you can't miss it
Cruising up and down the hill, I know you hear engine
Oil change coming soon, first I gotta clean the kitchen
Got a squeaky belt, gotta fix the felt
On the roof, heated seats, they'll make yo ass melt
A/C don't work, so the summertime hell
And the passenger airbag probably gonna fail
Upholstery falling off, looking like a sail
Roof lining falling down, got me wearing veil
And I'm thinking bout souping the bitch up owith a tail
Just to make a profit when it's finally up for saleu
No I'm not gonna fix shit
I'm finna stick with it, like I'm in a thick bitch
Weed crumbles everywhere you sit
Somebody grab a vacuum, I'ma spliff this
Yeah the clutch getting loose, gotta get a check up
Don't run to smooth, S40 my Mecca
Say a prayer fore I pull out, hope the brakes don't let up
Obituary looking like a set up
Giving out rides to highest bidder
Gas money going to my wallet, don't litter
Hands and hair flying out my winder
I don't even roll them bitches up in the winter
Cause I gotta let 'em know
That I'm coming even when it snow
Said I gotta let 'em know
Revving up the engine, hope you ready for the show
Speakers blaring
Ain't a McLaren
(F*ck is you doing, my children, you're scaring!)
Police staring
Tires tearing
(Why were you speeding, should I call your parents?)
Bluetooth pairing
Hotbox sharing
(What is that smell, go grab the gun, Karen)
I know it's apparent that I do not care and
My Volvo is scary
Beware
90k up on the dash
And that's 15 years
Windshield clear
Look into the mirror
Tell me what appear
Now lemme hit a switch, tell me what y'all hear
Sound system came with it
No new subs, no windows tinted
No need for it when I'm in driver seat just grinning
I want them to see me winning
See me living just how I want
Couple black ziplocks in my trunk
Ain't no junk, it's all part of the fung shui
Oh yeah, f*ck speed bumps
I'm catching air, it's impossible
Let's see what the cops'll do
Tell em suck my popsicle
I will stop at none of your obstacles
Les Schwab tires paid 5 for those
Red lights, got no time for those
9:40 Dispo bout to close
And you wonder why I'm going 25 above
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Silver stock paint job all on my ride
No it ain't slammed, but the windows automatic
Little yellow paint scrape, passenger back side
Saw it on Craigslist, knew I had to have it
Got a manual transmission
One headlight out, you can't miss it
Cruising up and down the hill, I know you hear engine
Oil change coming soon, first I gotta clean the kitchen
Got a squeaky belt, gotta fix the felt
On the roof, heated seats, they'll make yo ass melt
A/C don't work, so the summertime hell
And the passenger airbag probably gonna fail
Upholstery falling off, looking like a sail
Roof lining falling down, got me wearing veil
And I'm thinking bout souping the bitch up owith a tail
Just to make a profit when it's finally up for saleu
No I'm not gonna fix shit
I'm finna stick with it, like I'm in a thick bitch
Weed crumbles everywhere you sit
Somebody grab a vacuum, I'ma spliff this
Yeah the clutch getting loose, gotta get a check up
Don't run to smooth, S40 my Mecca
Say a prayer fore I pull out, hope the brakes don't let up
Obituary looking like a set up
Giving out rides to highest bidder
Gas money going to my wallet, don't litter
Hands and hair flying out my winder
I don't even roll them bitches up in the winter
Cause I gotta let 'em know
That I'm coming even when it snow
Said I gotta let 'em know
Revving up the engine, hope you ready for the show
Speakers blaring
Ain't a McLaren
(F*ck is you doing, my children, you're scaring!)
Police staring
Tires tearing
(Why were you speeding, should I call your parents?)
Bluetooth pairing
Hotbox sharing
(What is that smell, go grab the gun, Karen)
I know it's apparent that I do not care and
My Volvo is scary
Beware
90k up on the dash
And that's 15 years
Windshield clear
Look into the mirror
Tell me what appear
Now lemme hit a switch, tell me what y'all hear
Sound system came with it
No new subs, no windows tinted
No need for it when I'm in driver seat just grinning
I want them to see me winning
See me living just how I want
Couple black ziplocks in my trunk
Ain't no junk, it's all part of the fung shui
Oh yeah, f*ck speed bumps
I'm catching air, it's impossible
Let's see what the cops'll do
Tell em suck my popsicle
I will stop at none of your obstacles
Les Schwab tires paid 5 for those
Red lights, got no time for those
9:40 Dispo bout to close
And you wonder why I'm going 25 above
No it ain't slammed, but the windows automatic
Little yellow paint scrape, passenger back side
Saw it on Craigslist, knew I had to have it
Got a manual transmission
One headlight out, you can't miss it
Cruising up and down the hill, I know you hear engine
Oil change coming soon, first I gotta clean the kitchen
Got a squeaky belt, gotta fix the felt
On the roof, heated seats, they'll make yo ass melt
A/C don't work, so the summertime hell
And the passenger airbag probably gonna fail
Upholstery falling off, looking like a sail
Roof lining falling down, got me wearing veil
And I'm thinking bout souping the bitch up owith a tail
Just to make a profit when it's finally up for saleu
No I'm not gonna fix shit
I'm finna stick with it, like I'm in a thick bitch
Weed crumbles everywhere you sit
Somebody grab a vacuum, I'ma spliff this
Yeah the clutch getting loose, gotta get a check up
Don't run to smooth, S40 my Mecca
Say a prayer fore I pull out, hope the brakes don't let up
Obituary looking like a set up
Giving out rides to highest bidder
Gas money going to my wallet, don't litter
Hands and hair flying out my winder
I don't even roll them bitches up in the winter
Cause I gotta let 'em know
That I'm coming even when it snow
Said I gotta let 'em know
Revving up the engine, hope you ready for the show
Speakers blaring
Ain't a McLaren
(F*ck is you doing, my children, you're scaring!)
Police staring
Tires tearing
(Why were you speeding, should I call your parents?)
Bluetooth pairing
Hotbox sharing
(What is that smell, go grab the gun, Karen)
I know it's apparent that I do not care and
My Volvo is scary
Beware
90k up on the dash
And that's 15 years
Windshield clear
Look into the mirror
Tell me what appear
Now lemme hit a switch, tell me what y'all hear
Sound system came with it
No new subs, no windows tinted
No need for it when I'm in driver seat just grinning
I want them to see me winning
See me living just how I want
Couple black ziplocks in my trunk
Ain't no junk, it's all part of the fung shui
Oh yeah, f*ck speed bumps
I'm catching air, it's impossible
Let's see what the cops'll do
Tell em suck my popsicle
I will stop at none of your obstacles
Les Schwab tires paid 5 for those
Red lights, got no time for those
9:40 Dispo bout to close
And you wonder why I'm going 25 above
Writer: Austin Sillett
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid