Leaving The Lot 2

****, yeah, ayy, yeah

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

Ayy, I'm in the booth right now, I'm doin' a song

I got you in a minute, yeah, let's go

Yeah, I'm drivin' in cars from Italy

I'm hittin' this broad from Italy

I'm makin' it hard to get rid of me

She touchin' the stars, but literally

You know what the odds is dear to me

I might need a bar, I'm jittery

We back to back Valet in Double Rs

We call it parkin' a toy in the Christmas tree

And the dealership gave me a life, bitch

I be back on my feet for the mic check

Spend a few hundred Gs on the right set

Oh, I'm not even livin' my life yet

When I jump in the car, I see five Tony Rockets

Like I'm on a fighter jet

I can really give grandma my check

**** ain't even knowin' that type flex

And the trap so loud for sundown

**** can't even roll off one pound

I decide my ho like Motown

What come through, blow your fro down

Big body come through like Tarzan

Hundred pints in the crib, we on our land

Yeah, every **** I serve, and you know I can

Trap out the house with a fuckin' garage bag

It's better have my money on it, you won't lose my temper

Yeah, it took six months just to build my car

****, that shit simple

Yeah, it really ain't no more room on my list

You can call it December

Yeah, I bought it in August, I get it in spring

Put it up for the summer and pull out windows

I'm puttin' the dope in the blender

I'm breakin' the hoe, she injured

I'm keepin' the roll of a window

Chokin' that hoe, but I don't even fend her

Yeah, you'll get rich just workin' that Popeye

Bitch ass ****, you tender

Puttin' on chrome like Bender

Catch my hoe, I hope you send her

Ayy, I can't even read his 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 his name on the back of my car

I thought it said Lasagna, but it said Lamborghini

I'm a fuckin' DMR, ****

Comin' to Texas in the mornin' on it

Just to try to phone me

But I had a time, the bitch was on one

Yeah, mm-hmm

We right back on top, yo

Motherfuckin' talk like it's time

Yeah, you know

For the sunflower, the earth will flip upside down

Yeah, yeah

Mad Tiller's ****, tell her no

Ayy, ayy

For the sunflower, the earth will flip