02 Impala

She a bad bitch and i love her demeanor
She fuck with me cause she know we not equal
In your city got more spots than a cheetah
Out the air bnb we trap like its legal
She got more miles than a 02 Impala
I remember riding in a 02 Impala
Yea i came up on a bag overcame all my problems
Im upper echelon now i can drip with no problems

Yea she down for the gang
We got the gas on us she take the charge with no problem
We pulling up like the savannah choir
Fifty round drum let it ring you cannot see tomorrow
We got the henny its litty and poured up on ice
Off an adderall we have a hell of a night
I would cuff you baby but i know that your trife
I cant waste no time tony hawk grind overnight
I cant waste my time baby you think that im stupid
Hit her with the D one time she thing that its cupid
Me and guapo like beavus and butt-head
We stand in the trap on the couch we gone make it go stupid
Im not Al roker i pull up with thunder
Hope you predict it aint giving no warning
Super bad bitch i give her five stars
Cause she cook and clean and give head in the moring
I tried to tell them boys we gone extort you
So please dont try tax when you come with them drugs
My mama said i hope you moving right out here
Cause these streets dont like you wont show you no love
No ma I don't bang but i know some slimes
They taking your life or they taking your drugs
Its not that serious to try and be the plug
And i cant show my hand got to walk with a mug
I roll up the super exotic im high
I get on the highway ride like super sonic
We come through your city we tear down the mall
Im seeing their faces they see the star power
I get on my knees and i pray that i make it out
Consistently grinding is all that its bout
Came with the club with the pole we aint came bout
And i stop fucking with niggas they in it for clout

She a bad bitch and i love her demeanor
She fuck with me cause she know we not equal
In your city got more spots than a cheetah
Out the air bnb we trap like its legal
She got more miles than a 02 Impala
I remember riding in a 02 Impala
Yea i came up on a bag overcame all my problems
Im upper echelon now i can drip with no problems

Bank rolls fake smiles
Who really down who proud of me
These hoes no wild
Where would i be without my team
We counting up money smoke reefa
You not in my lane
You must be insane
We getting the bags for cheaper
Did so much on my own
Dont know what you on
You know we dont fuck with no leaches
A couple of bitches keep calling my phone
They ready for me to come home
But where were yall at i was spitting the pain in the microphone
But i aint tripping i got blue hundreds stuffed in my pockets
And i aint tripping bout a op they know what the time im on

She a bad bitch and i love her demeanor
She fuck with me cause she know we not equal
In your city got more spots than a cheetah
Out the air bnb we trap like its legal
She got more miles than a 02 Impala
I remember riding in a 02 Impala
Yea i came up on a bag overcame all my problems
Im upper echelon now i can drip with no problems



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Writer(s): Joshua Green
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