I'm in the Honda Civic
Limited edition
And I'm driving down Germantown
Making my way thru Memphis
And I'm hittin 50
Like my first name was Curtis now
I never care bout physics
Never thought it mattered
But I'm just way too solid now
Got the crown and won't put it down
Got yo bish in the back and she tryna throw booty now
Saw a pic on her gram with her booty shorts
Shot my shot with the quickness you know if I swish imma hog her like Kobe or Voldemort
Had to scout it out like I go door to door
Then I run it back like I don't know the score
When she throw it back I'm just like Lordy Lord
I'm like Lordy Lord
And I'm sorry if you think I'm wrong
I ain't toxic I just make my laws
Girl I'm sorry if you think I'm wrong
If you think I'm wrong
And I'm sorry if you think I'm wrong
I ain't toxic I just make my laws
Girl I'm sorry if you think I'm wrong
If you think I'm wrong
Yeah, stepping on the gas like I got a purpose
Plus I roll the grass to calm all my nerves and
Shawty hit my phone a million times like a nigga bought her ass a million birkins
Told her I was on my way, I ain't gonna take all day
But the Dova to the east, if I'm driving on the street, prolly gonna take at least 4 songs that I gotta push play
But I'm doing the dash, I never waste time
Plus a nigga groove to the bass line
Then I'm pullin in to her crib when she get to the whip, song ends at the same time
Told her that she look too good in them all white pants with her nails and her hair neat
She just wanna climb to the back seat
Woah (Daze Out East)
Baby, don't take it there
I don't, play it fair
Let's go, don't ask me where
Cuz you know
You know
Baby, don't take it there
I don't, play it fair
Let's go, don't ask me where
Cuz you know
Yeah
And I'm sorry if you think I'm wrong
And I'm sorry if you think I'm wrong
And I'm sorry if you think I'm wrong
And I'm sorry if you think I'm wrong