Roadster

Put you in the backseat of my Porsche roadster
You can't go off, until we ride closer
Put you in the backseat of my Porsche roadster
You can't go off, until we ride closer

Count my gwop, I stack a lot I get the money fast
I make it stack, I flip a lot, I make the money last
You in the past you've done a lot but now you fucking flopped
Just my ex keep it on lock she swear that shit is tight
But now this shit is life I did a lot of heist
It was all fucking nights, I didn't get no lights
Stop it hold it down, you ain't the nigga who fool me now
Stop it now, stamina I got new stamina
Hold it down move around make the money work
I get it fast, I make it stack you niggas in the past
You was a lame you was a hoe and now you fucking past
I use my nos to get ahead and now you fucking last
Hit it back one stop quarter mil the shoes
Used a heart, you a thot now you fucking choose

Put you in the backseat of my Porsche roadster
You can't go off, until we ride closer
Put you in the backseat of my Porsche roadster
You can't go off, until we ride closer

Woah, lane switch drive by hit an eight with a hi bye
I'm so sorry that's my wife if the police get behind she hides
I ain't ever had a fun life try to knock me down but I stood tall
Tearing down all of your doorsteps, now they liking all of the projects

Put you in the backseat of my Porsche roadster
You can't go off, until we ride closer
Put you in the backseat of my Porsche roadster
You can't go off, until we ride closer

Put you in the backseat of my Porsche roadster
You can't go off, until we ride closer



Credits
Writer(s): Arian Garcia
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