Honda Civic

[Verse 1: Lee Williams]
Oh, snap
I'm ridin' in the Civic with the Bible on my lap
I'm mashin' on the gas with a preacher preachin' that
Lord please, take the wheel
She smiles like Jezebal
She like, "Boy, quit playin', that's Chanel"
You got your weave out the window, I could tell
She bad, bad and she knows it
I mean real bad, the heart frozen
We turn the heater up, the dash foggin'
Make it back home in the mornin'
And put my righteous deeds in the coffin
Like the Pacquiao for hot boxin'
We had to switch the full of flame torches

[Hook: BraveART & AyeVee] (x2)
Rollin' 'round the town up in my Honda Civic
Hittin' all these missions in my Honda Civic
Keepin' all my windows tinted, Honda Civic
Treat it like a Porsche or BM-dub, that's just my Honda Civic

[Verse 2: Asaiah Ziv]
Lately I've been soul searchin'
Lookin' for my purpose
I believe if you believe we can dilute the surface
But I left my box of Black and Milds in my Honda Civic
Emptied out the swisher and we put some ganja in it
I was learnin' hella, tryna get better with the craft
Now everybody believe it
And I been readin' hella
Nowadays I don't even know what I choose to believe in
But I been chillin'
Chillin' in the Honda Civic
Whippin', free yo' soul
Don't let 'em take what you control
Savvy

[Hook: BraveART & AyeVee] (x2)
Rollin' 'round the town up in my Honda Civic
Hittin' all these missions in my Honda Civic
Keepin' all my windows tinted, Honda Civic
Treat it like a Porsche or BM-dub, that's just my Honda Civic