Boy - RED CARS Lyrics

Red cars, cause I'm the meanest
We smokin' gars (Yuh!)
We got the greenest
Hit the mother f*cking bars
Hit them the cleanest, so we can cop the red cars
Yeah, that's the dream whip

Turn that shit up, yuh (Yuh!)
Toss it turn it, spit it earn it
That's the goal, I gotta take my role
The bush is burning
Half the time I'm high as hell when I rap
I'm cooking brains and hot beats, so I can rack up my stack
When the night hits, I'll be rolling the sticks (When the night hits)
I gotta make the bang and watch my homies take hits (Puff and pass!)
I'm gonna take my time like the tortoise, beware (Watch out, watch out!)
Cause when I finish the song, you'll probably think I'm the hare
So f*ck the glamorous rocks
I'd rather cash it on socks, or, f*ck it, something even better
Call it cherry on top
I'm making money it's clear, and now I'm trying to steer
I'm pulling up to the dealer, so he can give me a feel of the

Red cars, cause I'm the meanest
We smokin' gars (Yuh!)
We got the greenest
Hit the mother f*cking bars
Hit them the cleanest, so we can cop the red cars (Red!)
Yeah, that's the dream whip

(Don't f*ck with)

I'm just chillin' with my millions and my goons
Don't f*ck with me, or I'm gonna tell my boys to shoot (Pew, pew)
I keep on spending, and I'm sending out the troops
I'm feeling dirty cause this Loko got me loose (Whoo!)
I'm looking scary when I step up out the whip (Red)
She looking at me like she begging me to hit
We bumping Bauhaus cause you know that I'm a freak
And if you see me out my coffin
Yeah, you know that I'm gonna eat

(Aye) I wanna hop in the whip, yuh
Covered in red like it's bloody (Ooo)
Lamborghini, Honda Fit
Ain't gonna matter it's still gonna be stuntin' (Aye)
They try to convince me to watch what I'm spending
Money well spent gonna cop you an engine
A couple of stacks and a 4-door
Talking Rav-4, that's a foreign invention (Yeah!)
Blue tint, I don't want that
Gold rims, I can't flaunt that
Somebody tell me the reason that people be cheesing all over the matte black
Dumb little boy looking starstruck
That's right, shut the f*ck up
I gotta whip it myself
I'm riding solo like a flip cup
Hit the horn, make it toot (HOOT!)
Boys Gang, that's the group (WHOO!)
12 and 6, I need some room
I gotta part the Red Sea and zoom
Out of this world
Straight up to Mars
I know I'm lousy and shit with the bars
But I gotta keep going and spitting and flowing, and showing the world that I'm worthy of roaming the

Red cars, cause I'm the meanest
We smokin' gars (Yuh!)
We got the greenest
Hit the mother f*cking bars
Hit them the cleanest, so we can cop the red cars
Yeah, that's the dream whip