Leaving The Lot 2 (Pt.2 Skit)

You know why I ain't pulled you over

Probably a little Strippers and cocaine

Ay, I can't even read this name on the back of my car, I'm illiterate

You see the fire come out the back of the whip when I tap this bitch like a cigarette

Yeah, I'm driving the cars from Italy. I'm hitting this broad from Italy

I'm making it hard to get rid of me. She's touching the stars, but literally

You know what the oil just did to me. I might need a bar, I'm jittery

We back to back Valet in RR's. We call it parking a toy under the Christmas tree

And the dealership gave me a life vest. I be backing my feet for the mic check

Spend a few hundred G's on the right set. Oh, I'm not even living my life yet

When I jump in the car, You see fire I'm toting these Rockets like I'm on a fighter jet

I can really get a grandma on my check. **** ain't even on that type flex

And the trap's soldout fore sundown. **** can't even roll off one pound

I done signed my hoe like Motown. We a come through, blow yo afro down

Big body come through like Tarzan. Hundred pints in the crib, we on oil land

Yeah, every **** I serve need narcan. trap out the house we da fucking garage band

Yeah, bitch better have my money on it. Ion really wanna lose my temper

Yeah, it took six months just to build my car. ****, that's just simple

Yeah, it really ain't no more room on my list. You can call December

Yeah, I bought it in August. I get it in spring. Put it up for the summer and pull it out the winter

I'm putting the dope in the blender. I'm breaking the hoe, till she injured

I'm keeping the roll of a winner. Choking that hoe, but I don't even offend her

Yeah, you'll get rich just working at Popeyes. Bitch ass ****, you tender

Putting on chrome like Bender. Catch my hoe, I hope you send her

Any other plans for the night? Um, probably a little strippers and cocaine

Ayy, I can't even read this name on the back of my car. I'm illiterate

You see the fire come out the back of the whip when I tap this bitch like a cigarette

I can't even read this name on the back of my car. I thought it said lasagna, but it say Lamborghini

I can't even read this name on the back of my car. I'm illiterate

You see the fire come out the back of the whip when I tap this bitch like a cigarette