Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - My Jeep lyrics

[Hook: Chuck Strangers] La La La La La (x5) You remind me of my jeep I wanna wax it, in traffic (in traffic) [Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] Switchin lanes, I'm swervin Getting brain I'm learning n***a getting burn, how he gettin his earning Turn me to ashes, I put it on they a**es Back from the dead with the dead bu*ton Dash is the fastest, swervin' thru traffic Don't worry I'll catch him I'm barely distracted Attractive bad b**h tryna get wax like my hash is And if you crashin know p**y cats get caskets Don't get ga**ed, and if you clutch just know these blunts won't get pa**ed I put your guts in a open bag, why you toten that? Where ya tokens at? This just ain't potent packs sh** is choking gas Sim simmer who got the keys in the bimmer? Who see police in the mirror? Who do Mach 3 speeds on the highway? Beast coast where I lay won't stop till my day [Hook] [Verse 2: Issa Gold] Racing in my drop top, one god one pop Shawty going on about her main how his team flop She mesmerized as I hit her mind How I hit her spot back at my spot right on my mothers couch ouch We on that Brooklyn sh**, speeding soulfully thru the game Living up f** your fame I'm above uh Growin' up they say you never really change But since my younger days I been switchin' lanes paving the way School we never showing up, home with homies rollin' up Sittin' in the back of the bus pourin' a 40 up n***as never quacking at us, homies'll fold em up World about to end so whaddup, lets roll the whole thing up Yeah the whole OG, keep it in motion Beast Coast yeah we chosen, n***a sick got the potion I'm hoping the knowledge me and my n***as spoken Will find a n***a in the villa smoking on something potent You n***as is f**ing hopeless, and me and my n***as focused [Hook] [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] Lawd ah Mercy!... uhh I'm sitting in the whip dreaming about tactics On this rap sh** and how to make my cash flip You need practice, I already get my a** kissed Flows nasty I could probably sell a blank disk Kate Moss tee on 28 grams b**h I get my OZ on Laney 14's b**h I get my OG on Got on Christian Dior but we living like we demons Talking sh** and rolling up thats the wave that we on MCM jacket, gold teeth like I'm Jerome Teeth shroomed up, acid drops in my cup Don't just sit there girl what's up Pop that p**y crack a dutch, and roll it up take one puff Rubber cover me up, you know some women are crazy Lil n***a ain't mine that trojan got yo baby She said Meech don't even try to play me I switched gears, jeep went ERR like Jamie [Hook]