Topless Tesla

Coppers, oh, coppers speeding right past me
They don't know
No, they don't know I got pounds in my back seat
No, no snow, no snow in my globe, that shit
Don't relax me
No judge, no, I won't, do your thing
Beloved, don't ask me
My opinion carry grain of salt
If you want do what I do, if it don't work that ain't my fault
Different shoes so different moves, a different stride a different walk
I might slide since I just bought
Lot of green, so shall we spark?
Heavenly, hit this don't talk
Silence, we just thinking
Vibing
Sitting
Analyzing
I been throwing out them questions
Any answers?
I'm covered in blood in a ring of lions and panthers
Could God tell me what's the plan first?

When they going to make that topless Tesla?
Slide on the strip for a few investors
Hooh, sheesh
When they going to make that rag top 'rarri?
I know it's looking how it's lookin, too much sauce, I'm sorry

Too much sauce, I'm sorry
Got your little main thing
Hooked on my Johnny
Need a guitar
I'm gnarly
Came in with some members
Just to start the party
Need it asap
No Bari
On my VLone
In that rag top 'rarri
Chop the top off the Tesla
Flicking jakes off
Now they wanna arrest us
Fuck 12
I stack bricks
No Tetris
She give me knowledge
Gave her a pearl necklace
And I'm preaching shit
Like the reverend
Spinning my track
Sound like 7th heaven
Quick stop to 7-11
I need a little something
To calm my headache
And I know
They been fake
See them trying to get a little piece
Off my dinner plate
But I can't let them
No, I won't
Please come correctly
Or not at all
And if I'm erected
She take my call
And I'm not sweating if she don't
Because you know I ball
On all of y'all
Huh, regardless
Of what you thought
And what you thank
And I'm sippin' drank
All the way to the bank
I'm laughing

When they going to make that topless Tesla?
Slide on the strip for a few investors
When they going to make that rag top 'rarri?
I know it's looking how it's lookin, too much sauce, I'm sorry

I threw the duffle right down the trash shoot
To trash heap
I can't keep the work in the crib in case they harass me
Got to get rid of shit, so flush in bulk, dog
No time to sit and sulk, dog
Need my pockets like the Incredible Hulk, dog
My lungs could use a break
Blood's toxic intake
Of chemicals, got the beaker bout to break
Skate
Skate
Wait
Old patterns
Bad habits
No standards
Expecting magic
That ain't going to work
Ain't going to work
Jump through hoops and land in dirt
Date with death, I've been a flirt
That's going to hurt, yeah, yeah
BFly shirts yeah, yeah
G.B. tees yeah, yeah
Yes, indeed
Acting like I want to keep
These blessings that keep
Fallin' at my feet
Mmm

When they going to make that topless Tesla?
Slide on the strip for a few investors
When they going to make that rag top 'rarri?
I know it's looking how it's lookin, too much sauce, I'm sorry

Hey, daddy long legs
Give me a call when you get the chance
I'd love to catch up but I just, like, don't have the capacity
To do it through texting
Ok, bye