Trauma Tone - Beside Yourself lyrics

[Intro] Auto start that motherf**er Quan Hahaa, yeah, aye [Hook] I just might pull up in that Bugatti I just might pull up in that Ferrari I just might pull up in that 4-5-8 I just might pull up in that new Spider I pull up by myself no one behind me Try a n***a like me 100 soldiers ridin' I might pull up on you catch body I pull up on you Thurdays, f** a Friday Boy bullets at yo head like a visor Got n***as in the bushes and they hidin' Plus they gone lay on you until you outside it And they gone make it hard for folks to find ya I hate to get involved with violence But you done went too far and got beside yourself Its only one me stop trying Cause you could never beat me with the finest help [Verse] Pull up on that n***a with the beam Yeah, what you want lil n***a If ion't know you I ain't gone serve ya Nah, what you want lil n***a My P.O. know my piss dirty Hmm, what you want from a n***a I could switch cars up every Thurday Park the big truck now I'm riding in the donk lil n***a Shawty stay charged like a Tesla And every car flexin' Got a n***a question mark guessin' I sound good thank the boy Evan Might strap catch ya Ballin' on him like George Jetson Pull up on a n***a with the windows down Straight shots, shooting at everything we said lil n***a You mad cause you heard I f**ed yo b**h mouth But a f** n***a nah, I could never be a lil n***a Gotta whole lotta money, more problems Biggie said it, Biggie said it n***a I know it Kickin sh** on these n***as just like soccer Catchin bullsh** in the air just like a goalie Went to private school n***a just to talk proper 70000 for the bust down rollie Used to hide weed in my motherf**in' locker Boy I pray to God that car not stolen because... [Hook] I just might pull up in that Bugatti I just might pull up in that Ferrari I just might pull up in that 4-5-8 I just might pull up in that new Spider I pull up by myself no one behind me Try a n***a like me 100 soldiers ridin' I might pull up on you catch body I pull up on you Thurdays, f** a Friday Boy bullets at yo head like a visor Got n***as in the bushes and they hidin' Plus they gone lay on you until you outside it And they gone make it hard for folks to find ya I hate to get involved with violence But you done went too far and got beside yourself Its only one me stop trying Cause you could never beat me with the finest self