Lyrics

I don't smoke crack but if I did, yeah This would be the result Cheated on my test Yeah I cheated on my test Oh, f*ck I cheated on my test Nigga I cheated on my test Cheated on my permit test, I used a answer sheet But it was incorrect, half the answers were incomplete Even though it was wrong, I still passed The majority of my test And I ended up gettin' my learners permit But I don't know how to drive I do not know how to drive I didn't duh nuh nuh, uh, yeah, yeah I need to learn how to drive I need to learn how to drive Cause if I don't Then I can't get my Mazda three I'm tryna get that model from 2019 Don't you bring no hatchback to me 50k miles, so I don't want you seein' me You won't be seein' me at the dealership I don't want no lemon in my garage Uh-uh, ah entourage Cause' if I get a lemon then I'm fucked I'm fucked, uh Oh Woah Yeah Cause I don't want no lemon in my motherfuckin' shit My credit score is shit I do not have I do not have money Money, money Why do you need a credit score to get a car anyway Why do you need a credit score to get an apartment anyway That's a necessity Living in America is a shit I wanna move to Canada Ooh Uh woah Ooh Oh, eeh, aya Ooh Somebody give me The number to yo plug Gimme the lighter and the bud MJ and the fuzz Crystal meth and the fent I'm playin' no fent Hey, hey Fiendin' for you girl like crack Hey, I need you back Human mistakes we all make I need to fix, I'm on that Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah I need your love I need your love I gotta wipe my slate clean I gotta wipe my slate clean I gotta wipe my slate clean I gotta wipe my slate clean Inter-dimensional travel, sayin' that's where you would go Huh, I let the truth unravel, I let the future unfold I've been wastin' time on a regular hoe You've been wastin' time on your cellular phone Freestyle, freestyle Buckets in a hole Peace sign, peace sign Everybody Knows Show me what's up, it's war with me Peter Pan, take your girl Show her all this ecstasy I never needed someone to see Hey, goat status I've got cult status I've got high standards I've got bad manners Yeah, goat status I've got cult status I've got high standards I've got bad manners, yeah If my music's crack, your girl's a fiend She play with the sack, you know what I mean She eats the right ball like a bean She eats the balls right, she's a queen Yeah You couldn't pay me to stop You couldn't pay me to stop You couldn't pay me to stop