Pimpmobile - Acoustic

[Verse 1: Graham]
What a plan, you’re a man, and you drive a minivan
Here’s deal, I’ve got wheels, and your wife has got the ham, ha
Cupholders holding cups with the drinks
I’ve got blueberry vodka, boy, fuck did you think? (Yeah, yeah)

Five figure salaries, sir, I’ve got seven
Still copped the cruiser, shit’s pre-nine eleven
When it comes down the tires, I see that you’re lackin’
Mine are wide like your fat ass, like shoes they’ve got traction, ha

You on that nine to five, I’m wakin’ up at ten
But that’s too early so I snort a fuckin’ Ambien
Wake up at two, put on a Polo and some Champions
Your wife’ll see me at three, like I’m the handyman

She calls me the Candyman, I cover her in miracles
She fucks more with my Lexus more than any other vehicle
Take it for a spin and then I get her in the backseat
That’s why I’m ridin’ solo while you are a deadbeat

My car is older than your mother when she had you
Benihana on my dash, flexing in the drive-thru
Drive to your girl, and I’ll give her a ride or two
Drop her at a rave that she wasn’t even invited to

And where’s your gay ass at? Is you asleep? (You’re asleep!)
Under a blanket, in the backseat of your Jeep?
Thinkin’ ‘bout me while the tears run down your cheek, just one
I’m in a mansion while you’re parkin’ on the street

[Interlude: Graham & Jackson]
Am I okay to go in a bit more acoustic now?
Huh?
Am I allowed to go in a bit more acoustic now?
More acoustic?
Yeah
I mean it’s… this is really acoustic, man
Alright
I, you can if, you can try it if you want
Alright
Okay. One, two, three

[Verse 2: Graham]
Pull up on your bitch with a car that’s so fine
And we fuckin’ inside on the seats that recline
And the leather that weathers the fire we’re blastin’
She’s ready for for action, this bitch made for lastin’

Lexus and I got the build and the bod
Seventeen miles per gallon on God
I got the gas, my boys brought the grass
Ain’t got a claim since I passed your fat ass last week

Clippin’ speakers with a backbeat
Gettin’ road head from a thick girl with a physique
3.0 liter 3VZ V6
Just enough space to run twelve fuckin’ bricks

Lexus ES, your girl is impressed
She send you some snaps as I bust on her chest
Bow down to your God, fuckin’ write me some hymns
Cuz my car and your bluitch?

[Outro: Jackson & Graham]
My what? My car and my what?
They’re both gettin’ rims
Fuck you. My car and my what now? My buitch? Bluitch?
Biiiiitch
They’re both getting rluims? That’s what you sound like
My car and your bitch? They are both getting rrrr r r r r rrims