Yota Scootin'

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This is Double Sun Up Radio (Ursinae)

I was 17 and gettin' domin' from my cousin
Not my real one it was step at least we wasn't really blooded
It was nothing or at least until you went and got a husband
Now he tweakin' I was in them cheeks before he got to touch her
Told him I could lay him too and I ain't talkin with a toolie
With a left, right, left, I had to take him back to school and
Let him know that if I gotta go again I'll get to shootin'
Dap it out and let it go my nigga worry bout ya future (sensational)

Scootin' in a Yota
Kick it out and rev the motor
Leave the bullshit in the rearview
If it's new I'll run you over
Greddy poppin' like a soda
If it's 40, I'm a toter
All these bitches for the streets
Tonight I got her on my sofa

Sofa queen, I'm going lightning
I'm kachowing on her nightly
'Cause she lookin' a NikkI but she love to be politely
Feeling tightly in the cooter, it's a ... and I'm a shooter
She a vegan meat eater and I'm a tank so Imma Doher
Now I'm spinnin' in a Subie, clutch kickin' in my Pumas
I took out the front diff and now I'm sliding like a Hoona
Do it big like Kahuna, doing donuts in the luna
With a bunny in the passenger, she sippin' on Kahlua

Scootin' in a Yota
Kick it out and rev the motor
Leave the bullshit in the rearview
If it's new I'll run you over
Greddy poppin' like a soda
If it's 40, I'm a toter
All these bitches for the streets
Tonight I got her on my sofa

Clean wheels, clean smile
Dirty women, clean ride
Doing Detroit but doing it better out this iffy 615
I got the voice, don't take it personal, every genre imma slide
You got a choice, join the vertical cuz envy is demise
Southern boy a lunatic, but really he impunitve
The world is this or that but nigga I just wanna hoon again
I'm ready for the spoolin' in my coupe around the Nürburgring
The masses really isn't for the saving time to move again
AMG wheels on the 4 3 0, fuck with how she roll
Tune up, Royal Purple, yeah full synthetic oil
Who this fuckboy pullin' up at redline I know he slow
This might be a grocery getter but Imma dust him in this pull
Flip the bottle, wide open throttle
Barely grippin' but I got 'em
Who that pop up in the rearview, it's a yozzer I ain't stoppin'
I done took it through the portal never claimed to be immortal
And I never will I'm only here to spread the light, record it
I found the way and I ain't budging
Even when the dark ascend I power through and keep it trudging
Just can't catch me when I'm bangin' off the limiter and skrttn
I would slow it but I love it
Way I got this Yota scootin' you would think I'm Ryan Tuerck

Scootin' in a Yota
Kick it out and rev the motor
Leave the bullshit in the rearview
If it's new I'll run you over
Greddy poppin' like a soda
If it's 40, I'm a toter
All these bitches for the streets
I need a wifey, fuck the quota



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