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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joey Bada$$
Joey Bada$$
Vocals
Chuck Strangers
Chuck Strangers
Vocals
Issa Gold
Issa Gold
Vocals
Meechy Darko
Meechy Darko
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Songwriter
Fred Warmsley III
Fred Warmsley III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Bannon
Lee Bannon
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
La lalala la
La lalala la
I told la lalala la
You remind me of my Jeep
I wanna wax it in traffic, in traffic
[Verse 2]
Switching lanes, I'm swerving
Getting brain, I'm learning
**** getting burned, or he getting his earnings
Turn me to ashes, I put it on their asses
I'm back from the dead with the dead but he dashes
The fastest
Swerving through traffic, no worry I'll catch him
I currently distracted
Attractive, bad bitch
Trying to get wax like my hashes
And if you crashing no pussy cats get caskets
Don't get gas, and if you plug just know these blunts won't get past
I put your guts in a open bag
Why you toking that? Where your toke is at?
This just ain't po' impact
This shit is choking gas
Sim simma, who got the keys in the Bimmer?
Oh, see police in the mirror
Who do Mach 3 speeds on the highway?
Beast coast where I lay won't stop till my day
[Verse 3]
La lalala la
La lalala la
La lalala la
La lalala la
La lala la
You remind me of my Jeep
I wanna wax it in traffic, in traffic
[Verse 4]
Racing in my drop top, one God, one pop
Shorty going on about her man and how his team flopped
She mesmerized as I hit her mind, now I hit her spot
Back at my spot, right on my mother's couch ouch
We on that Brooklyn shit, speeding so fully through the game
Living up
Fuck your fame, I'm above
Growing up, they say you never really change
But since my younger days, I've been switchin' lanes, paving the way
School we never showing up, homey homies rolling up
Sitting in the back of the bus, pouring a 40 up
**** never quacking at us, homies'll fold 'em up
World about to end so what up, let's roll the whole thing up
Yeah, the whole OG keep it in motion
Beast coast, yeah we chosen
**** sick out the potion
I'm hoping, that knowledge that me and my **** spoken
Will find a **** in the Village smoking on something potent
You **** is fuckin' hopeless
[Verse 5]
La lalala la
La lalala la
La lalala la
You remind me of my Jeep
I wanna wax it in traffic, in traffic
[Verse 6]
I'm sitting in the whip dreaming, about tactics on his rap sheet
And how to make my cash flip
When we **** I already get my ass kissed
Flow nasty, I could probably sell a blank disc
Kate Moss he on twenty eight grams
Bitch I get my OG on, got on Christian Dior
But we living like we demons, talking shit and rollin' up
That's the way that we on
MCM jacket, gold teeth like I'm Jerome
Tea shroomed up, acid dropped in my cup
Don't just sit there, go what's up
Pop that pussy, crack it up
She roll it up, don't take one puff
Rubber cover me up, you know some women are crazy
Lil **** ain't mine, I Trojan 'bout your baby
She said Meech, don't even try to play me
I switched gears Jeep, went rrrt like Jaimie
[Verse 7]
La lalala la
La lalala la
La lalala la
La lalala la
You remind me of my Jeep
I wanna wax it in traffic, in traffic
Written by: Jo-Vaughn Virginie

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