Jack Harlow - Route 66 lyrics

(feat. EST Gee) b*tch, I'm from Kentucky But this ain't no fu*king Dixie Chicks This is not Route 66 She step out, take like fifty flicks I'm way too selective with the folks That I get mixy with She said that's a lie, boy You a thot, thot, thot Just left out the city It was hot, hot, hot Think they fu*king with me But they not, not, not I just cannot stop I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop She came to kick it with her friends They taking shots, shots, shots I'm a hot shot (Aye) Met her at the club and I took her to the casa Get bread nonstop Know my name ring a bell like Raja From the city like Rondo, Rajon But I'm from the white side like Hassan Way too fly, but I'm not trying Had y'all's fun, but it's my time Chain go bling, I ain't talking 'bout hotline Young and I got time But I finally got one, it's about time Make the whole city shine every time that I shine Let me know now if you not down 'Cause you left and you not 'round Need a Julep and a hot brown Go ahead, let that top down b*tch, I'm from Kentucky But this ain't no fu*king Dixie Chicks This is not Route 66 She step out, take like fifty flicks I'm way too selective with the folks That I get mixy with She said that's a lie, boy You a thot, thot, thot Just left out the city It was hot, hot, hot Think they fu*king with me But they not, not, not I just cannot stop I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop She came to kick it with her friends They taking shots, shots, shots White gold over my Chrome Hearts Ten bands sloppy, I ain't got no card I don't feel nothing for the most part Fat boy drive this b*tch like a go-kart Slide through the opp blocks Shooting out blow darts I been rich before I signed Shirt cost five, wear it one time She don't slurp, get out my ride Run my city, you can ask my opps Love my thots with mouths like mops Shirt off, chains on in a drop I spent twenty G's for a clock Put a Bentley GT in my mouth We don't sell CD's out this house Still got [*bark bark*] in now Like what's a drought, drought, drought b*tch, I'm from Kentucky But this ain't no fu*king Dixie Chicks This is not Route 66 She step out, take like fifty flicks I'm way too selective with the folks That I get mixy with She said that's a lie, boy You a thot, thot, thot Just left out the city It was hot, hot, hot Think they fu*king with me But they not, not, not I just cannot stop I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop She came to kick it with her friends They taking shots, shots, shots