{Verse 2)
(Kyd Lip Verse)
Foot on the gas, your b**h is in my pa**enger
I'm about to smash, and you can have her afterward
I'm smelling like hash, she smelling like lavendar
If you ain't talking cash, then you ain't on my calendar
Two miles an hour so everybody sees me
My J's hytt the pedal then them haters are like Stevie
Early in the morning making noise like a rooster
Zooming down your block like I'm Back to the Future
I'm just tryna cut, and she on me like a suter
Her boyfriend mad, but that's something that I'm used to
All white body, all chrome rims
Mami riding shotty and she like who's him?
I'm like he's nobody through the frames on my lens
She texting all her girls, ok bring ya friends
b**h I'm riding clean, full gas in the tank
Them haters scared of it, but I bet they hoes ain't
Ha ha