Trans Am

Yo White powder gave a bitch a runny nose In the front row of the show doing cartwheels Tried to cut it like a sawmill Eyes baby blue like the North Carolina Tar Heels She put a leg out like the letter R Still hands on the side with the broad hips Rawhide, but I'ma have to leave her Outside 'cause I got a full house like a card deal Can't be romantic with a c-note handed, just please no candids No cameras, please no sandwich But I'm still hungry, so please, no panties Your friend's so lame and so conservative, she's so granny I don't got hard candy in a bowl, but yo, I got two bar Xannies Catfish is stupid, I don't bow hunt, but this money's cupid And I wanna fund this human, invest in the chest like I run a union She sip the brown liquor quicker, quicker, now honey's ruined This bunny's clueless, but she's Australian, that onion's bloomin' She called me a mad cunt and asked me to drink from her shoe Lemme tell you that I didn't even Waste none, Versace heels taste good too I devour that shit, them hourglass hips But I'm runnin' out of time, that's quicksand I ain't really got no big plans Get to kissin', we can switch hands like a wristband Look, I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man Pedal that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man Used to be bricks under the Impala Now I holla, "Yeah" from the T tops of a Trans Am Yeah, Trans Am Yeah, Trans Am Yeah, Trans Am Used to be bricks under the Impala Now I holla, "Yeah" from the T tops of a Trans Am I don't drive her to the mall I don't even drive at all when I'm drunk, I just her up the wall I broke up the leaf She smokin' the weed, let her roll up the green like a 8-ball Yeah, roll up the green like a 8-ball Corner pocket, iPhone, make a porno, watch it That's dive bar talk for the high class I'm a neon sign in a loose wall socket Got her rollin' up a cigarillo, got her drippy like a weepy willow Twenty minutes I'm up in the middle Got her drippin' on her body pillow Got her sippin' Kane Find a little rainbow on the sheets, can't find Skittles Good lord, that's all painted with makeup I'm coming out the seams, Pinocchio Geppetto Tangled and banged up an angel She got a ring around her head like a bowcut I wrecked it, crashed it, danger Gotta pull her out the bed with a tow truck Both us wobble to the 'frigerator Need a respirator and a ice water in a cold cup No luck, ate a cold cut, drank a cola Then we did it all again on the sofa Look, I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man I done a lot of fuckin' shit, man Pedal that bike no kickstand, came from the gutter to a rich man I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man I done shook a lot of fuckin' hands, man Used to be bricks under the Impala Now I holla, "Yeah" from the T tops of a Trans Am Yeah, Trans Am Yeah, Trans Am Yeah, Trans Am Used to be bricks under the Impala- Aw, shit, drop that whip, me and that bitch gon' pull up quick Black boots, motorbikes, me and that bitch gon' pull up right Tattoos on her throat, pinup bitch, Marilyn Monroe Black .22 down in that bag, quarter bag of dope down in that coat Aw, shit, drop that whip, me and that bitch gon' pull up quick Black boots, motorbikes, me and that bitch gon' pull up right Tattoos on her throat, pinup bitch, Marilyn Monroe Black .22 down in that bag, quarter bag of dope down in that coat Trans Am