PT Cruiser

Cooler, wish I never knew ya

We were in the back seat of your momma PT Cruiser, yeah

Hallelujah, wish I never knew ya (never)

We were in the back seat of your momma PT-PT-PT

Summertime's the vibe (to where?)

On a transit line (to where?)

You cannot deny (to where?)

I sense a vibe (to where?)

Rambo, taste so goody, no Campbell, uh

Pull up with a hoodie and sandals, uh

Shorty paint a picture, no Van Gogh, uh

Heard you were the one, no lie, mm (mm)

You need your boy (need your boy), that's my queen (that's my)

You bring me joy

Niggas goin' crazy in the group chat, uh (group chat)

Shorty threw one, so I shoot back, uh (shoot back)

Now niggas askin' where the loop at, uh (loop at)

Feel like Coltrane with the new sax, uh (new sax)

Used to chill in your momma PT, uh (PT)

Then y'all niggas moved out to D.C, uh (D.C)

Shorty went to Howard, getting Geechee, uh

Chillin' in the county, no PG, uh

But we kept it real low-key

'Cause your friends is real nosy

Bubble goose and we cozy

Talkin' 'bout in like '03

Beef and broccoli, no cold feet

Bumping Jill, and we Goldie

I was soup 'cause she chose me

Used to live up on Mosley

Goin' down memory lane

All it really did was remember the pain

Shorty switched up, and that shit got strange

She really did change, she really did change, bro

If you walk the way, but talk that game

Yeah, yeah (taught that), yeah, yeah, oh

Cooler, wish I never knew ya

We were in the back seat of your momma PT Cruiser, yeah

Hallelujah, wish I never knew ya (never)

We were in the back seat of your momma PT-PT-PT

Summertime's the vibe to wear

On a transit line, to where?

You cannot deny to wear

I sense a vibe to wear

'03, when you ain't know me, but you still show me love

Drove me out to the boonies, felt like Goonies

Can't never say I'd never fuck

I just chill and rap to the beat

Let them other bitches chase the meat

I don't know the taste of defeat

Find my way, find my way

I can say you're my favorite among my hos, that's why I stay

Even when you price up, oh, wait, I'm not going to shoot the fade

New bitch wanna see me, we could box

She just wanna be me, that's a fact

Driving home, I think of you a lot

I just want my old nigga back

It's not a shame for us

Livin' so dangerous

Like pushing angel dust

Every time we make love

Let me get that bomb dick back

Let me get that true love back

Let me get that, mm-mm, I need your love

Cooler, wish I never knew ya

We were in the back seat of your momma PT Cruiser, yeah

Hallelujah, wish I never knew ya (never)

We were in the back seat of your momma PT-PT-PT

Summertime's the vibe (to where?)

On a transit line (to where?)

You cannot deny (to where?)

I sense a vibe (to where?)