Ride 2 miles per hour so everybody

Get a glimpse of the real n**ga who inside it

With my cousin G5 we highed up cloudy

B**ches getting stoned just from standing around us

Music turnt up but the smoke way louder

Must be amateur night these motherf**king kids

Think they f**king with us they f**king stupid

They talking sh*it just to hear themselves

But I ain't worrying about 'em

I got a life time subscription of that car and driver

California prescription pounds of exotic

Riding to that old hypnotize mind sh*t

Stay in the flyest stitches not even trying b**ches

You lying n**ga smoking that middle class grass

You ain't really high is ya

I would a put you down if you wasn't such a clown

But I figured I share it with my team cause

I came in here with 'em

Grab a plate thanksgiving

Word to corner boy p I'm lane switching Chevy heavy

So is my chain n**ga spitta Andretti

On a paper mission indy 500 driven

Addicted to this winning this the victory lap

In front the club you wanna get in

I ain't even attending just maintaining my engine

See I got too many cars

And it be 3 months before I got a chance to get in 'em

Take 'em out for a ride make sure they doing fine

Mo' money mo problems these problems I don't mind

Standing outside trying pick which one I'm ma drive

Let my b**ches decide appreciating my high