Lyrics

[Anik Khan] We in the Quattro and we whipping boy boy She in the A7 taking pictures, boy boy We don't beef when the leather this different, boy boy Just a whole lotta foreigners in foreigns, boy boy [Xavier Omar] There's no other feeling like this The night drive, reminiscing my mind I open the ceiling like this, the bright lights shine Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) [Anik Khan] Ay, can't believe I'm here, dying isn't farfetched Reading in between the lines, that's an armrest There's too much up on my mind, I need to release I'm driving in the boat, rolling up the seaweed, ay Couple killers 'round me, but they're angels now You quick to snap, then they quick to put the halo down Working hard, I'm everywhere that you ain't around Still keeping time for pretty women to play around Shit get to thumping, I'ma get to dumping Pick up the homies, now we zoning, gotta hit the function Just like the tires, my attire require a higher budget Keep it rolling in these moments, I just rip and run it High speed highway, doing shit my way Shawty wanna link, we can end up on Steinway Run up on mileage, she my copilot, cruise through the city and end up in the driveway [Xavier Omar] Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) [Anik Khan] Sun beaming on this skin, the seat reclining She feeling herself, it's perfect lighting, whoa I'm in Jamaica where the weather's so inviting Couldn't paint the picture so I flew the homies to the island If you know this feeling I'm feeling, it's unexplainable Bitch I'm a slum dog, this shit is unattainable Struggles debatable, left India amazed We got first world problems, what the fuck is you complaining for? All of my Dominicanos smokin' on Cubanos, ay I push the throttle, woah, there go a pothole So much emotions that are floating in this bottle You know I'ma pour the Brougie cause this life gets hard to swallow On the highway, doing shit my way Bumping Miss Winehouse, feeling so timeless Running up mileage, she my copilot, cruise through the city and end up in the driveway [Xavier Omar] There's no other feeling like this The night drive, reminiscing my mind I open the ceiling like this, the bright lights shine Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) [Anik Khan] We in the Quattro and we whipping boy boy She in the A7 taking pictures, boy boy We don't beef when the leather this different, boy boy Just a whole lotta foreigners in foreigns, boy boy [Xavier Omar] Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding) Pushing on this Quattro (and we riding, we riding)