Te$t Drivin

(Damn son where’d you find this)
2 door coupe then i push it start, 100 miles or up, i don't care i just wanna go far, i don't even got no feelings bitch you can't even break my heart, sling shottin niggas around the block like im bart, hop in a GTR bitch im test drivin, im tryna touch the clouds bitch im finna go sky divin, one way or the other, imma get rich or die tryin, everyday i wake up i be thankin the Lord, went to them places you can't even afford, (real trap shit) tryna get some sprite for my wok, nigga let's go to the store, i ain't even tryna argue with no slut, all imma say is that she is a whore, (damn son where’d you find this) literally, i fuck wit bill but i don't fuck with Hillary, makin so many bands, all these niggas is big mad, i remember when i was counted out, nigga i was big sad, sippin on Malibu, nigga im wasted, drunk ass bitch she want my dick, yea she tryna taste it, bitch ass nigga be losin, my bad but you gotta face it, came in the trap with the tool, in a SRT i ride around like a fool, (real trap shit) i don't even pop no pills because that shit ain't cool, i hate it when bitches try to act like niggas bro i don't fuck with them studs, coolin in the bando with my thugs, (damn son where’d you find this) i don't even write no stories about love bitch i write about drugs, i don't write about bitches, nigga i write about giving stitches to snitches (real trap shit)
I dont wanna be in earth, bitch i belong in mars, in a meet up with the nice ass cars, i got trust issues bitch i can't even tell you no secret, if i told you, yo ass wouldn't keep it, tryna get away from my lowest point nigga im tryna leave it, chain so icy, bitch i couldn't believe it, in my songs i don't even leave no secret messages, when it comes to opening up, nigga im always so hesitant, counting my blues up in the resident, y'all better vote for me because one day imma be president (real trap shit) (damn son where’d you find this)