In My Car (Original) lyrics

[Intro]
Man, get the f*ck…
Get the f*ck out this car, n*gga (Ooh)
I don't even know you like that, n*gga (Yah)
(Lil b*tch, lil b*tch) Ayy, I don't even know you like that, b*tch
(Lil b*tch, lil b*tch) I don't even know you like that
(Lil b*tch, lil b*tch) Who the f*ck you talking to, b*tch?
(Lil b*tch, lil b*tch) I ain't hit you with that sh*t
(Lil b*tch, lil b*tch) I ain't hit you with my gun, ayy
Ayy, you better watch.. (Squad, squad)
Watch who the f*ck you talking to, lil n*gga (Squad, squad yah)
I don't give a f*ck right now

[Chorus]
In my car, yeah, yeah
Sipping on that Wock'
Popping all these bars
Cooling with the stars
Coupe came with the star

[Verse]
(Kurt Co')
Uh, Kurt Cobain sh*t (Kurt Co')
Go-out-with-a-bang sh*t (Kurt Co')
Uh, still on gang sh*t (Kurt Co')
Same n*ggas I left with, yeah
Leave you left quick, yeah
On my left wrist, yeah
That's like two bricks, yeah
On my right wrist, yeah
That's my right b*tch
She hold the strap like dyke b*tch, yeah
That's my type b*tch
Yeah, we do this sh*t all night, b*tch, yeah
That's our night b*tch
Gleechie just walked in with Percs and Xans so we piped, b*tch
She wanna suck on my lil peepee 'cause she know Carti got right and sh*t
I know these n*ggas out here peep me 'cause they see Yung Carti copping sh*t, ooh
You a copier, yeah, you like to copy sh*t
You wasn't even on this style until Yung Carti popped this sh*t, yeah
I got hella hoes, ooh
And they popping sh*t, yeah
I got popping hoes, ooh
On they popping sh*t, ooh
I need a solid ho, ooh
Harder than a brick
My b*tch bad with no makeup kit, ooh
And she with the sh*t
She ought to top me off and zip her lip, ooh
While I zip a brick
I got choppers on my mama couch, ooh
Pints all in the fridge, ooh
When I leave the crib, ooh
Go check on my kids, ooh
All these n*ggas my kids, ooh
I just f*ck they b*tch, ooh
All these n*ggas my kids, ooh
I just f*ck they b*tch, ooh
She hop in the di*k and she split
Hop in the di*k, hop in the bed, bed
Kids staying lit, lean thick
Throw it in the back, we lit
Throw it in the back, we lit
Thumb through the check, we lit
Aye, I'm f*cking this b*tch, I flex, she split, ooh
I love this b*tch, she do tricks, ooh
I told the b*tch that she it, ooh
I told the b*tch she the sh*t, ooh
All of my n*ggas, they hit
I give 'em the guap, he going to hit
He going to miss, hit 'em with kick, ooh
Kick the lil b*tch with the stick, ooh
He going out back to sip, ooh
I'm with the set like I'm Dip, ooh
Now with the set, I'm pimp, ooh
I swear I could be a lil pimp, ooh
I swear she need a lil pimp, ooh
Took the lil b*tch like a pit, ooh
VVS diamonds my neck, ooh
Don't need no light to hit, ooh
I know I be cooling and sh*t, ooh
But all of these b*tches I hit, ooh
And all of these n*ggas are b*tch, ooh
All of these n*ggas are b*tch
[Chorus]
In my car, yeah, yeah
Sipping on that Wock'
Popping all these bars
Cooling with the stars
Coupe came with the star
In my car
In my car
Coupe came with the star
My crew gave me these bars
In my car

[Outro]
(Ooh)