Tinted Windows

Tinted windows on my car, I'm now off the map
Now I'm riding through the city, staying hidden
I ain't going in a trap
Hundred racks in my pocket, I ain't playing, I ain't going to cap
I'm on the highway, and I'm going fast
Got like zero to sixty in two seconds, I got seventy on the dash
My car is keyless, you know I'm riding with a lot of racks
Just got some money

I got diamonds, I got vvs, riding iced out with a ceiling
Went to a jewelry shop, spent like two hundred, you know how it goes
I spent a couple million dollars on cars, I'm just in that mode
Spending spree, I go and buy a whole lot of clothes
Who you riding with, cause I know you ain't really riding
I just got off the private jet from an island
Now I'm in the city, and I'm hidden, I'm just riding, I got some racks
Want to talk about my ride, I got black on black
Black on black on black, the fit, the whip, the cats out back
Come tell your homie to come back on track
You might want to back up, I don't feel attached
Make that a fact, that I am not better than what you have had
I always succeed, and you don't, that is sad
And you trying to find glory, find that on the map
Stop riding my wave, now they all respond with my lingo
They always say that I'm late, but they never know how my thing goes
So I say, "Yung," I say, "Dawg"
"Goat" yeah that's what they call me
Bulletproof tires on my car, yeah I'm off the map
Now I'm in the town, they don't see me, yeah I'm out of sight
Get it off the rip, and I don't care that I ain't going back

Tinted windows on my car, I'm now off the map
Now I'm riding through the city, staying hidden
I ain't going in a trap
Hundred racks in my pocket, I ain't playing, I ain't going to cap
I'm on the highway, and I'm going fast
Got like zero to sixty in two seconds, I got seventy on the dash
My car is keyless, you know I'm riding with a lot of racks
Just got some money



Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Sviridov
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