New Corvette

They wanna know what it's like to be a **** like me

I'm hoppin' out of the V

I got about two or three foreigns

Rich ****, still put a **** past a tree

And this glizzy on the side of my waist

It'll crop a ****, still put a **** on a tee

Only **** do a hit, sing love songs, and still put a bitch on her knees

This a new 'Vette

I'm hoppin' out wit' a 'Tech

Brodie done sent me a text

We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh

Shoot a ****

Got a couple shooters wit' me, they gon' maneuver wit' me

Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like 250

My bitch look a lil' foreign but she just black

And that pussy too crack

She know a **** wit' the shits, I'll send a **** right off the map

I gotta stick, still ride wit' a ghost gun

Her friend bad, need both of 'em

I know she tired of **** 'cause none of these **** ain't got no motion

**** be broke

I'm hoping out when it's smoke

.40 inside of my coat

Hit a ****, make 'em dead to the world

**** be acting too woke

I just might go like Lambo V12, black interior leather, I'm the G.O.A.T

I just might throw on all of my jewels and a **** be feelin' like I'm on a boat, yeah

Extension go, "Frr"

Fifty-round mag but I'm pulling up 42 Dugg

I might go Porshe frog-eyes, pulling up on a bad bitch in a bug

Never been lame ****, I ain't pulllin' up on no bad bitch wit' no hug

Play wit' my money, I feel like Big Worm, I'll pull up on you 'bout a dub

They wanna know what it's like to be a **** like me

I'm hoppin' out of the V

I got about two or three foreigns

Rich ****, still put a **** past a tree

And this glizzy on the side of my waist

It'll crop a ****, still put a **** on a tee

Only **** do a hit, sing love songs, and still put a bitch on her knees, yeah

This a new 'Vette, uh

I'm hoppin' out wit' a 'Tech, uh

Brodie done sent me a text

We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh

Shoot a ****

Got a couple shooters wit' me, they gon' maneuver wit' me

Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like 250

Two phone, three phone, cuttin' my ring off, I ain't tryna hear what a bitch say

Tryna beef wit' a **** like me, we gon' turn this bitch into blitz day

She try to ask me what time it was, I don't know but I hold up my wrist, aye

Wavin' it left to right, and put my diamonds right in a bitch face

I got Botega all on my case, uh, **** my car is expensive

Better look in the garage and look in my crib, none of my cars is rented

I be ridin' five percent wit' twenty on the windshield, my cars is tinted

Make a **** move out of his spot like I'm moving in and I'm the lieutenant, yeah

Who want smoke wit' the Ps?

Got her throwing up Vs, she two times

Florida bitch, she yell, "Glee," I'm about my green like I'm a crouton

She wanna fuck wit' a ****, charge her for the dick, give her a coupon

I don't trust not a soul, I'm fuckin' a bitch and I got my shoes on

I told ya last time, it was my last time

They tried to tell me that I was gon' need you, that was the past time

Killers might pull up inside of the 'Vette, uh, they be on bad time

They just might rock ya to bed, and shoot at ya head like it was just nap time

They wanna know what it's like to be a **** like me

I'm hoppin' out of the V

I got about two or three foreigns

Rich ****, still put a **** past a tree

And this glizzy on the side of my waist

It'll crop a ****, still put a **** on a tee

Only **** do a hit, sing love songs, and still put a bitch on her knees, yeah

This a new 'Vette, uh

I'm hoppin' out wit' a tec, uh

Brodie done sent me a text

We get 'em cut like Gillette, uh, uh

Shoot a ****

Got a couple shooters wit' me, they gon' maneuver wit' me

Ask how many shots inside of this car, it fit like 250