Grand Am

Ran a couple times steady
Speeding in the Grand Am
1-0 feeling breezy
We goan take that bitch to San Fran
Twelvies sounding greezy
Saying baby that's a jam jam
Learned to take it easy
Then she cheated that's my exam

Slumming in Pirellis
And I'm coming off the top
Match the concrete with your belly
When you see the windows drop
Man cause something out here smelly
When I'm smoking hear the pop
There ain't nothing you can tell me
Saying mother fuck the cops, yeah
Dropped another body and we picked up someone new
Then we chopped another shotty so that shit done really blew
With my chick the windows foggy and that view is not for you yeah
But if you're feeling naughty then there's something we can do and
If brodies up to something
Then I'm up to something too
Rolling slowly pray to holy
That police don't get a clue
Where we from, we goan run
Like our noses got the flu
Steady dripping, never missing
Yeah my Carti's got a view
In the new, Bentley coup
Is where Ari's headed to
Putting something on the table
Rolling Js up with the Crew
Nix the hate, I'm feeling great
Ain't no lie detecting truth
You ain't bumping stop the fronting
Cause your shit is nothing new

What it do
Ladies, look at where I'm at
What it do
Bailey, I need my fitted back
What it do
Katie, can you cut me some more slack
You stay gripping on that stick
You might throw me off the track
What it do
Amy, I hear you getting stacks
What it do
Brady, you still fucking quarterbacks
All the new
Ladies, got something to attack
When I roll the windows down
On this poor mans Cadillac
Cause we

Ran a couple times steady
Speeding in the Grand Am
1-0 feeling breezy
We goan take that bitch to San Fran
Twelvies sounding greezy
Saying baby that's a jam jam
Learned to take it easy
Then she cheated that's my exam

Now hold up, what
Brake and let the tires skid
I ain't never sat in middle
Cause I ain't your average kid
I am everything but little
Get everything but rid
Of all the stories bout me
I won't speak on what we did (deep voice)
No I won't, this the most
That you ever gonna get
But I'm cordial, flows immortal
Say excuse me when I spit
Take a note, this ain't a joke
I never force in where I fit
Future foreign, passed informal
But tonight is always lit
Where we live, it's what it is
We got different politics
I ain't leaving empty tables
When I shift, command then quit
See I give you just hid
Homie traitor Been-a-dick
This my season I been bleeding
No these ain't tears counterfeit

What it do
Ladies, look at where I'm at
What it do
Bailey, I need my fitted back
What it do
Katie, can you cut me some more slack
You stay gripping on that stick
You might throw me off the track
What it do
Amy, I hear you getting stacks
What it do
Brady, you still fucking quarterbacks
All the new
Ladies, got something to attack
When I roll the windows down
On this poor mans Cadillac

Ran a couple times steady
Speeding in the Grand Am
1-0 feeling breezy
We goan take that bitch to San Fran
Twelvies sounding greezy
Saying baby that's a jam jam
Learned to take it easy
Then she cheated that's my exam
Ran a couple times steady
Speeding in the Grand Am
1-0 feeling breezy
We goan take that bitch to San Fran
Twelvies sounding greezy
Saying baby that's a jam jam
Learned to take it easy
Then she cheated that's my