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sob odee - hot car lyrics

[intro]
(enviyon on the mix)
ayy
rrrah, rrrah+rrrah+rrrah
([?] going crazy)
ayy, y’all already know how the f+ck i’m comin’, man
look, ayy

[verse]
one opp, he tried to play wit’ me, and now he don’t exist
i ain’t satisfied ’cause it’s a moe i still can’t wait to get
tired of all these goofies talkin’ ’bout what they gon’ do wit’ a switch
if you don’t know how to hold it right, yo’ stupid ass gon’ miss
we don’t post up on no blocks, that sh+t got old, i’m gettin’ rich
sneaky hoes be tryna’ set a pick, but i can’t go for sh+t
ten milli’, it don’t got kick but it might still go through a brick
only shooters on my team, ain’t got no points, get on the bench
let’s go
i’m a big dog like a pit’, 2k on his fitted
bounce out wit’ this chop like i was taylor, ’cause they say i’m swift
they up the [?], i [?] and dump, he should’ve watched his lips
once i get him gone, i scratch his name and add more to the list
four+deep in a wraith, why he still talkin’ guns? we got like six
she just ate my d+ck and after that you gave that hoe a kiss
like my b+tches how i like my pockets, and that’s over+thick
n+ggas braggin’ ’bout shootin’ out a car, but ain’t stand over sh+t
[chorus]
this a hot car, they can’t stop us, let the engine drag
jakes mad, they on the comms like, “we gon’ get his ass”
ain’t know it was me, got out on feet and used a different mag
get behind this car, we gon’ bail out and then we switchin’ tags
rookies out here in the way, used to play wit’ glocks
but i got smart and i got different tastes, this 1911
[?] touched, i keep that in the case
just know if i bring it out the house then i’m not finna’ play

[verse 2]
when i had a lemon, squeeze, i made the best of lemonade
they ask me how i been, sh+t, i been chillin’, somewhere gettin’ paid
belt to ass, we spankin’ sh+t, my opps ain’t new to be slayed
took his pipe, that’s what he get for thinkin’ we was finna’ trade, ayy
roll a leaf, big ak got kick, went on a hit, it made my shoulder tweak
drop that diss, i’m comin’ through wit’ sticks and puttin’ sum’n on a tee
we got pink permits for self defense, that boy don’t own the heat
in my comments, on the net, but just was talm’bout smokin’ me
wait outside his home and sleep
tried to lock me up and keep me down, but ain’t no holdin’ me
courageous, they ain’t bold as me
cool, but they ain’t cold as me
think ’bout drake and pistol, roll a wood, get on the phone wit’ dee like, “let’s go score a three”

[chorus]
this a hot car, they can’t stop us, let the engine drag
jakes mad, they on the comms like, “we gon’ get his ass”
ain’t know it was me, got out on feet and used a different mag
get behind this car, we gon’ bail out and then we switchin’ tags
rookies out here in the way, used to play wit’ glocks
but i got smart and i got different tastes, this 1911
[?] touched, i keep that in the case
just know if i bring it out the house then i’m not finna’ play
[outro]
(i’m not finna’ play, ayy)
y’all already know how the f+ck i’m comin’, man
i stand on business, big general

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