car sick - remix - reckless lyrics
[intro]
(if young iyambo don’t trust you ima shot you)
[chorus]
i remember back when you were car sick
hanging out in my van, you were my b-tch
now you’re just a bad b-tch i think you lost it
think you lost it
i think you lost it
i remember back when you were car sick
hanging out in my van, you were my bit
now you’re just a bad b-tch i think you lost it
think you lost it
think you lost it
[verse 1]
rags to riches, n-gga came from the bottom
hood rats, now a n-gga f-ckin’ on models
ridin’ in the foreign, remember ridin’ on marta
grind got harder and my mind got smarter
i was gettin’ bags for the cheap
when i ain’t had money, i was robbin’, n-gga
i was gettin’ bags for the free
21 gang, they were right beside me
and they still with me, n-gga, i’m on tv
couple n-ggas switched up, b-tched up, f-ck ’em
i can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
i’m too, too player to put a b-tch before my brother
i’m too street smart, n-gga, to serve a undercover
n-ggas tryna clone a n-gga’s sh-t, d-mn, woah
used to drive a hotbox, sh-t, lambo
n-ggas want a handout, sh-t, mine broke
i grinded for this sh-t, i grinded for this sh-t
can’t change on my gang, n-ggas still here
kinda hard to change my ways ’cause the sh-t real
n-ggas rappin’ ’bout sh-t they ain’t even lived
n-ggas lyin’, i can hear it in their ad-libs
i’m poppin’ percocets, b-tch, not advil
it’s kinda f-cked up what they did to black, d-mn
if i catch him in the trap, i’ma whack him
i catch that boy in traffic, n-gga, i’ma whack him
n-gga, try to keep up with this fashion
makin’ sure my kids happy
they dependent on their daddy
tryin’ not to let the streets distract me
i know it’s bumps in the road like acne
had to sell dope, i couldn’t be an athlete
i’m a solid young n-gga, you can ask c
the internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me
[chorus]
i back when you were car sick
hanging out in my van, you were my b-tch
now you’re just a bad b-tch i think you lost it
think you lost it
i think you lost it
i remember back when you were car sick
hanging out in my van, you were my bit
now you’re just a bad b-tch i think you lost it
think you lost it
think you lost it
[verse 2]
ain’t rockin’ no si2
my diamonds vvs
ain’t driving no crv
my coupe is a gt-s
all the hard times gave me strength
so i can carry this money to the bank
n0body helped me, there’s no one to thank
now they watching the picture i paint
my plug always make sure i’m straight
not every superhero got a cape
smoking on backwoods bad for me
but i don’t wan’t smoke on a vape (yeah)
i ain’t healthy, but my pockets they in shape (yeah)
f-cking all these hoes, i’m touring state to state (state to state)
laying by the pool, your girlfriend feeding me grapes (feeding me grapes)
gotta keep it on me, i got a lot at stake
i spend a mortgage on my clothes, now i’m balling (i’m balling)
girl, i’m tryna f-ck right now, no time for stalling (stalling)
i just got a walk-in closet to put the mall in (mall in)
my whip so close to the floor, you gotta fall in (it’s foreign)
i stopped wearing levi’s, now it’s balmains (balmain)
every time you see me, i’m with the same gang (same gang)
i’m tryna get a hundred mil, f-ck tryna maintain (maintain)
pour me up another six, i’m k!lling all pain (k!lling all pain)
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