My Jeep

Lyrics

[Intro] Hey, get out of there, you filthy— Hey, get out of there, you filthy— [Chorus: Chuck Strangers] La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la You remind me of my Jeep (Uh) I wanna wax it (Uh) In traffic, in traffic [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Switchin' lanes, I'm swervin' Gettin' brain, I'm learnin' Nigga gettin' burn, how he gettin' his earnings? Turn me to ashes, I put it on they asses I'm back from the dead with the dead button Dash is the fastest, swervin' through traffic Don't worry, I'll catch him, I'm barely distracted Attractive bad bitch, tryna get wax like my hash is And if you crashin' know pussy cats get caskets Don't get gassed, and if you clutch, just know these blunts won't get passed I put your guts in a open bag, why you totin' that? Where your tokens at? This just ain't potent packs, this shit is chokin' gas Sim-simmer, who got the keys in the Bimmer? Who see police in the mirror? Who do Mach 3 speeds on the highway? Beast Coast where I lay, won't stop 'til my day [Chorus: Chuck Strangers] La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la You remind me of my Jeep (Uh) I wanna wax it (Uh) In traffic, in traffic [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Racin' in my drop-top, one god, one pop Shorty goin' on about her main and how his team flop She mesmerized as I hit her mind How I hit her spot back at my spot, right on my mother's couch, ouch We on that Brooklyn shit, speedin' soulfully through the game Livin' up, fuck your fame, I'm above, uh Growin' up, they say you never really change But since my younger days, I been switchin' lanes, pavin' the way School, we never showin' up, home with homies rollin' up Sittin' in the back of the bus, pourin' a forty up Niggas never quackin' at us, homies'll fold 'em up World about to end, so what up? Let's roll the whole thing up Yeah, the whole OG, keep it in motion Beast Coast, yeah, we chosen, nigga sick, got the potion I'm hopin' the knowledge that me and my niggas spoken Will find a nigga in the village smokin' on somethin' potent You niggas is fuckin' hopeless, and me and my niggas focused [Chorus: Chuck Strangers & Meechy Darko] La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la You remind me of my Jeep (Uh) I wanna wax it (Lord have mercy) In traffic, in traffic [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] Uh, I'm sittin' in the whip, dreamin' about tactics On this rap shit and how to make my cash flip You need practice, I already get my ass kissed Flow's nasty, I could probably sell a blank disc Kate Moss tee on Twenty-eight grams, bitch, I get my O-Z on Laney 14s, bitch, I get my OG on Got on Christian Dior, but we livin' like we demons Talkin' shit and rollin' up, that's the wave that we on MCM jacket, gold teeth like I'm Jerome Tea shroomed up, acid drops in my cup Don't just sit there, girl, what's up? Pop that pussy, crack a Dutch, she roll it up, won't take one puff Rubber cover me up, you know some women are crazy Lil' nigga ain't mine, that Trojan got your baby She said, "Meech, don't even try to play me" I switched gears, Jeep went "errhh!" like Jamie [Chorus: Chuck Strangers] La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la You remind me of my Jeep (Uh) I wanna wax it (Uh) In traffic, in traffic