Ethanol

I was chipping, I be tripping, pimpin', kicking it in the back seat
Living like a legend, I be sipping up like a flask piece
I don't got no phone number baby, no, don't ask me
I don't want your hoe, brother, I'm too busy ashin'

Young, white, and trashy, your bitch tryna catch me
Earnhardt, you in the Wraith but you gon' end up crashing
Ambulance is flashing, wave the checkered flag, please
Then he try to take my spot but can't nobody pass me

Ay, ain't a motherfucker finna test me
Wanna pull it out, bitch you go bye-bye
So long, auf wiedersehen, see you in the next life
Your bitch, she watching me, hoes seem to be jocking me
But it's okay, I'm good under pressure, no time for no lecture
But ain't no one stopping me

Bitch wait a minute, I got these windows they tinted
No-no-no, no you can't see inside of it
She want me inside of it
I'm barely living but bitch I'm minding my business
No, no, no I cannot go wild for you
Pussy I look down for you, ay

Did it on my lonesome, check, go and roll some
El, let me hold some, caught a ticket, cash on me
Hit you like you stole some, never tell me hold on
I can't wait for nobody, time waits for no one

Ay, pop the trunk, let it out, iced out like Fedorov
Used to smoke that shit that leave the whip
Smelling like ethanol
Team at my beck and call 'cause I'd do the same, bitch
Someone in my circle need some shit then I arrange it

Banging all my new shit, I can do no wrong, boy
No matter the price, no I will not do no song, boy
Diamonds in the bezel, pedal to the metal
None of my bitches like rappers, all they slap is black metal

I do this shit so easily like A-B-C-D-E-F-G
She fall asleep and dream of me
Don't step to me I keep that heat
I keep a piece, don't reach for me
You will lose a limb, bitch
Gold chains, platinum beeper, bleach white pimp, bitch



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Writer(s): Elmo O Connor
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