Jeep Remix

[Chorus: Token]
I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys
Tryna get a piece of the high life
They don't love me, but they have a need
So do we, it's a penalty of the high life
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)

[Verse 1: Token & TERROR REID]
Ayy
Backpack full but I gave it to my bro
And the girl under my arm is mad 'cause the car full
I was 17 when they were calling me a Shady wannabe
It's funny 'cause I grew up stealing from Marshalls
Woke up on the couch, no cash in my house
Terror Reid, can you see where the cash went? (Not sure)
I was in a Jeep, I had a bottle next to me, and it was yelling at me in the French accent (Bonjour)
Black on the T, black on the jeans
Passionately, bend back like a crash on the street
Freak accident, Token a accident freak
T used to be a Chopper, then he passed NLE
Twenty racks my fee
Obviously too cheap, I get checks with the best
Broke up with a Barbie, and now I call her Charli
They all turn brat when my ex see my ex in the jeep, bitch

[Chorus: Token]
I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys
Tryna get a piece of the high life
They don't love me, but they have a need
So do we, it's a penalty of the high life
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)

[Verse 2: LILWTE]
I was in the jeep with at least 3 Kimberley's, trying to get a piece of high life
Looking so fly bitch, high as a kite when I write
Smoking that gas, all pedal
Full metal to the brakes, when I'm racing bitch
Better face it, bitch
I'm better than half of the motherfuckas that's on the scene
Constant rapping is key, your so dramatic
I'm flaccid, these crackers stay wanting to race
And they racist, you better go face it
(Yeah) You are two-faced bitch (hold on x3)
You is bitching, like Mrs. Sojon
I crank that dance, like Soulja
I be sipping on Corona, like it's tea
I was in that Jeep, riding through your street
And I'm sipping on that tea, what's good motherfucka (uh)

[Chorus: Token]
I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys
Tryna get a piece of the high life
They don't love me, but they have a need
So do we, it's a penalty of the high life
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)

[Outro: Kam Patterson]
Number four — we gotta change, the-the label name, that's the stupid name
"Never Too Different"? I'ma tell you something, you can't be
You're too different, nig—, you're too different
Bring it back down, bro