Acura

Whip into the street
Taco Bell on the seat
Skittle freeze by my meat
Few bucks for a pod
Don't got a mill
But i gotta car
My whips better than urs
Four door white exterior
Tesla vibes riding high
My Acura sails high

Cuz
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura

501 area code
Stuck in driving mode
Can turn the wheel
The break squills
My head's on the dash
The air smells of gas
But my car saved my ass

Cuz
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura

Foreign car
Flying V
Six seats
Heated leather
Makes you feel better

Cuz
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
I gotta
Acura
Acura
Acura
Acura



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Smith
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