In This Car - Trapo, A3C

Far as I’m concerned, if there’s people still hating, they can suck a…

Been a drill, bitch I’m sick

Curving deals with the shit

Real niggas always gon excel, fuck a list unless they put me on the shit

They need Winfrey on the shit

That’s the lane a nigga in (right)

Bitch I’m good, I’m straight

Hit the wood, it was laced

High as fuck, feeling great

Wait, fuck never mind

This ain’t good, big mistake

This shit fake, this shit lace

And I would let you stay, but I can’t, ho I…

Bitch, this is success in this car

Death to the nagging, but who ain’t fluently shitting on critics opinions

Don’t you see this 'S' on my heart?

(nigga)

This feels like spark Swisher

Might speed in the whip off the dark liquor

Born sinner, don’t eat in my shit you gon' starve

Nigga of course, scripture was in the plan

Somehow I thought I’d kill it without it

I’ll explain it on the second album

Nineteen hits feels like my greatest outcome

Say whatever, just make sure they copy, copy

I get out of pocket, scramble to the dollars

Dance my deposit

Eat forbidden fruit, see forbidden knowledge

Yelling fuck the truth, dropping out of college

Wait, woah, feeling good, feeling straight

Hit the wood, it was laced

High as fuck, feeling great

Wait, fuck never mind

This ain’t good, big mistake

This shit fake

And I would let you stay, but I can’t, ho I…

Bitch this is success in this car

I’ve been on track, plus I’m high and these rap feel like space

I feel great, take a puff, then a break for too long

End up losing the faith that I had

This gon' reflect on the chase in my bag

Back on the bus in the face of my dad

Puff, bitch you a fake, you a Shad Moss

I feel a quake in the earth

She want the snake in her skirt

I give a plate to the girth

Fuck all the fame and the percs

I will earn me a spot, unless I’m shot by the cops and a name on my shirt

Far as I’m concerned, if there’s people still hating, they can suck a dick

Been a drill, bitch I’m sick

Curving deals with the shit

Real niggas always gon excel, fuck a list unless they put me on the shit

They need Winfrey on the shit

That’s the lane a nigga in (right)

Ya, I’m straight

Hit the wood, it was laced

High as fuck, I feel great

Wait, fuck never mind

This ain’t good, big mistake

She no good, she must be fake

This ain’t' good, big mistake

This shit fake, this shit laced

And I would let you stay

But I can’t, ho I…