Crashing Sports Cars
(Verse)
Would you rather cry in a
Grey hound Or a Tesla
My baby said I’m pretty
Told her she looks better
Crash the sports car
I swear I’m so ratchet
My niggas keep a hammer
They look like judge Mathis
Tongue out like mj
When I lick the cat
I don’t do drugs
I sip Wine out the glass
Finna go from ashy to class
My pants still sag
Bitch I’m living hood rich
I feel like Pablo
I can’t see the bullshit
Like I’m rocking a blind fold
Still bumping frank got blond
On repeat
Your bf stay eating dick for a retweet
How you hate me
And we never met
Niggas just wanna look
Tough for the internet
I’ve been used and abused
Times was dark like a mf silhouette
Dream of rags to riches
Diamonds in my fist
Pockets full of gold
And my mouth full of silver
Surfing
Bitch we the wave
Can’t surface
Told her to behave
Or no dick service
See in my face
I been working
I was down bad
Nigga I was hurting
Bury me in my Durag
And some uptempto’s
And designer tees
With some Japanese denim
I’m a Slave to the rhythm
Shackles on the wessen
Bitch I’m from the east side
Served cotton in the west end
Could’ve been a scholar
But fuck college debt I’m flexing
Nigga I’m flexing
I said fuck college debt
Nigga I’m flexing