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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pertinence
Vocals
BLUJAY
Drum Machine
Damon Elliott
Beatbox
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Collin Stedman
Songwriter
Jared Fuller Freedman
Songwriter
Toft Willingham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BLUJAY
Producer
Toft Willingham
Producer
Lyrics
C'mon, c'mon, fuck man, c'mon, fuck
Not today man, not today, not today, not today man
Uh, baby, come on baby, c'mon, c'mon baby, c'mon
Yeah, fuck yeah, that's my girl
She said, "Show me the CARFAX", dent on the hood and the dash cracked (what?)
Smell lingerin' from the ashtray, need new gears, and it don't got airbags (what else?)
Trunk don't pop, but the wheels still roll, and the headlights broke but show go on
She peep the mystique on my je ne sais quoi, not talkin' 'bout whips, I'm takin' 'bout moi
I'm a drop top beater, quarters in the meter
Crankin' up the heater 'cause the AC doesn't work (damn)
Drop top beater, Parker, call me Peter (okay)
Asked to bring a friend, sorry love, I'm a two-seater (brrt-rrrt-grrt, okay, okay)
Drop top beater (haha), drop top (what? Okay)
Drop top beater, drop top beater (um)
Drop top, pawn shop, will I sell it, hell nah
Four wheels, ten toes, stress low, relax, eight tracks in the console
Jeez, drive round offa endo, please, keep that on the down low
I got no fancy features, fuzzy dice, couple speakers
Ra-radio, no receiver, gaslight on, but I don't believe it
Road trips and a cappuccino, spilled a Coke, bag of Cheetos
Engine gon' blow like a pack of C4, blowin' out smoke so the boy, a steamboat (brrt-brrt-brrt)
Big dreams, never sleep though, bed gon' hop like an El Camino
Modified, my bitch illegal, parts come cheap down in Puerto Rico
Drop top beater, quarters in the meter (hahaha)
Crankin' up the heater 'cause the AC doesn't work (y'all gon' love this one, let's go, oh damn)
Drop top beater, Parker, call me Peter (this that shit)
Asked to bring a friend, sorry love, I'm a two-seater, uh (c'mon)
Drop top beater, drop top beater (wanna go for a ride? Okay)
Drop top beater, drop top beater (you tryna come in the whip)
Crooked cops, spin the block, will I stop? Hell nah
Nothin' lavish or special 'bout it, I bought it used, mile hunnid thousand
Overheat on summer evenings, she want a title, it can't be salvaged
Seven deep, shit super crowded, go A to B, I don't do reroutin'
Love the stick, she driftin' 'round it, got Velvet trim, yeah real nostalgic
Play the beat in my '03, recline the seat and then a smoke ounce
Got windows down, whip round and round, 'em 12's loud, they fuckin' poundin'
Damn, that beater whip, I'm on the aux, just need permission
Turn the key, ignite the ignition, dashboard backseat, switch positions (bring it in)
Drop top beater, quarters in the meter
Crankin' up the heater 'cause the AC doesn't work, damn
Drop top beater, Parker, call me Peter
Asked to bring a friend, sorry love, I'm a two-seater, uh
Drop top beater, drop top beater (haha-haha)
Drop top beater, drop top beater (I'm sorry)
Drop top beater, drop top beater (there's no more space in the vehicle, the automobile)
Drop top beater, drop top beater (oh man, fuck man, piece of shit)
Writer(s): Clifford Toft Willingham, Collin Stedman, Jared Fuller Freedman
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