Civic

They locked my nigga up for a dime bag
And Said he gotta do a dime fore he ride back
Middle fingers up to the price tag
"Nigga what that mean?"
I spent like thirty on my sidebag
I'm bout to put the system on an ice pack
Hit it with my Rolex
On I got a little sidetracked
Got a couple pieces on you don't where to buy at
And if you try to swipe it ask Elijah where the pipe at
A couple hunnid dropped when the gat blast
Talking tough on ig now on iv told him hashtag that
We got them niggas duckin like it's aflack
My lil baby thug not a gunna
Yea she bad bad bad
Smoke em like they blunts told em past that
FAded AF greatest album ain't no getting past that fact
And you know you love it like a fat ass
Speaking of that topic boy ya mama wanna smash at last
I just went stupid at last
Dawg it's been a minute since they let a young nigga rap
Ian been speaking on shit ain't got potty mouth like you niggas what's past is the past
Yea I done taken some L's and smoked a few too
So ima let you do the math
If I put those L's all together to make W's
How much ima make off this track
I make a bank off this track
But if I don't at least make some heat out facts
I put some bape on back
And Lou on my shoes
But I prefer the Vapormax
She wanna kick it and lack
I told her move
Ain't tryna be tied down just strapped
She said "uline" like chairs
Proceeded to sit and clap ass
I race a Bentley in civic
Honda for specifics
A broke boy been doing the dash
I push like a rari in civic
Swerved a curb and clipped
Like barbers my Honda too fast
I press the gas on they ass
I press the gas on they ass
Yeah boy my Honda too fast
Civic hit a skid and I crash
Uh
Bitch I pull up in a civic
Like Cole in 2003
Please pardon me
For all of the nonsense we talking
My dogs getting off of the leash
Who let em out
On all of your men they be baha
But it ain't no worries hakuna matata
We used to being the biggest
My pride is the biggest
Like I was the king named mufasa
Asada my choppa
I ain't gon beef with no nigga
My lil homie spin again
This shit aint adding up
You ain't divise your own play
So you looking for dividends
Can't take no handouts
I'd rather go broke than to fold
Origami my Benjamins
Black on black christians
My suit look like venom
No denim Lil bitch
I'm a business man
Chorus again
I race a Bentley in civic
Honda for specifics
A broke boy been doing the dash
I push like a rari in civic
Swerved a curb and clipped
Like barbers my Honda too fast
I press the gas on they ass
I press the gas on they ass
Yeah boy my Honda too fast
Civic hit a skid and I crash
Hit the J
Asked my dawg if I could fly
And he like bro you tripping
Yeah right bro you tripping
Like Wright Bro's get lifted
Niggas high
Speed
chase on freeway
Like Rurouni Kenshin
Slicing through the traffic
Hit a cop and killed em
Haram for harambe
Hallelujah children
Harauche hit the pavement
Running off running
Tired of running
Walking
Often taken the bus
Niggas talking but they taking the bus
Civic engine go V8 when I thrust
In your bitch
She a crutch
Under my arm like some must
That shit stank don't it
The smartest in the room
I'm a fake stoner
You just spent a Honda on some fake clothing
You can't catch a cabinet
You got plates on ya
I got Ace floating
Shout out my niggas in prison
RVE my village
I do this for you
But I'm tired of this civic
A nigga need bread
So I want this shit too
Fuck the red and the white if it's next to the blue
Ian cutting these ties if they always been loose
Like ya shorty I seen that bih gobble a few
Me and my homies want race cars and roots
I race a Bentley in civic
Honda for specifics
A broke boy been doing the dash
I push like a rari in civic
Swerved a curb and clipped
Like barbers my Honda too fast
I press the gas on they ass
I press the gas on they ass
Yeah boy my Honda too fast
Civic hit a skid and I crash