LYRICS
作词 : Benjamin Phillips
作曲 : Benjamin Phillips
[Chorus]
This not a regular Jeep, you think I'm a regular [star?]
This one a SRT, think somebody done died in this car
[Police?], they lookin’ for me, I'm in Houston, ain't going too far
Tryna catch me, bitch, it’s deep
Put Balenciaga on my feet
Rock Balenciaga just to sleep
[?] on this block, I'ma creep
Let's see if that bitch really sleep
Put a drum on the switch, [?]
Put a sixty-three behind the Jeep
And she know how I'm moving, be deep
So you know all my brothers with me
[Verse]
In a E-31, it's a sleeper
She keep askin' if this a Ferrari
Could've lied but I said it's a Bimmer
Got your bitch in the back, she a eater
[?], she got a good thinker
Used to think I was gon’ go to Harvard
Used to think I was gon’ have a daughter
Used to think everybody keep secrets
Usеd to always be nice now I'm meanеr
I can’t **** with these niggas, I mean it
Way they treat you, you wouldn't believe it
I still listen, the reason I'm smarter
[?] my pops used to give me the game
He the reason I know to go harder
Got a brother I miss everyday
He the reason I rhyme when I'm talkin’
I'ma [?] if you speak on his name
Can't wait 'til my son meet your daughter
I just sit back and [rhyme?] while I think
Wanna be just like [?]
If you listen, you picture the pain
If you listen, you'll hear when it rain
Time to go, [?]
Got a [Jeep?] but I should have the [?]
He got money but he still a lame
I just spent his whole check on some Lang
He got everything, he still complain
He seen death, he still think it's a game
He throw up shit he don't even claim
She love me but she don't know my name
Feel like I got accustomed to fame
"Why you spend seventeen on a chain?"
'Cause the twenty, it's spent on the Carti'
Could've put that shit down on a 'Rari
In your twenties, why you need a 'Rari?
If I die in it, I hope somebody call [Trina?] and tell her I'm sorry
She know her baby boy got that money
And I can't help but spend it on cars
Still got niggas locked behind them bars
(Still got niggas locked behind them bars)
Still got niggas locked behind them bars
Free my niggas locked behind them bars
[Chorus]
This not a regular Jeep, you think I'm a regular [star?]
This one a SRT, think somebody done died in this car
[Police?], they lookin' for me, I'm in Houston, ain't going too far
Tryna catch me, bitch, it's deep
Put Balenciaga on my feet
Rock Balenciaga just to sleep
[?] on this block, I'ma creep
Let's see if that bitch really sleep
Put a drum on the switch, [?]
Put a sixty-three behind the Jeep
And she know how I'm moving, be deep
So you know all my brothers with me