Double

(2sided goin' crazy)

Ridin' around this at

Yeah, the Tesla, it just know how to park (Hunnid baguettes, huh, come on, come on, hah)

Yeah, the Tesla really know how to park (I got the—, I got the—, racks, racks) (Hah)

Yeah, the Tesla really just know how to park (Hey, hey) (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I got a lot on my mind (Hey, hey, hey, ah) (I got a lot on my mind)

Yeah, just ride 'round the city

Yeah, got Chrome Hearts at Saks (Oh-yeah)

I got a boner, let's sex (Fuck)

I got a tone and they deaf

Hey, with the beat, I'mma chef

These 'Miri jeans, not no Guess, uh

I was fuckin' that bitch off the tesler

I ain't rockin' that Rick, ain't need pressure

?

I don't wanna go talk, not no lecture

With them bitches you gay, double texter

I don't give a fuck if it's pressure, nah (Let's go)

Come on (Come on), Bentley coupe sick, yeah, this bitch got the flu

These is VVS diamonds on me, yeah, these bitch got me cool (Cool)

Yeah, and this bitch givin' brain like she work at a teacher, at school (Like a tutor at school)

Yeah, when we dance on these hunnids, dance on this bih ('Kay)

Yeah, we not no on fluke

This bitch eatin' me like a fruit

Matter fact, she play dick like a flute

Where I'm movin', I'm callin' my troops

All that cap, you ain't gettin' yo' views

No, I don't care 'bout you, but I'll buy some gas from you

This not a regular car, yes, you already knew when it park

Boy, them .308 take him apart, but this Tesla know crazy to park

Yeah, oh-yeah, all my diamonds, yeah, they shine in the dark (Dark)

I could OD on all of these drugs, and I would just go hit restart

I don't care 'bout this shit, but go back and play yo' part

Homme Plus jeans on me, yeah, they ain't even know they expensive

You better stay in yo' lane, kid, they boutta teach you a lesson

You better not mistake for a lame, kid, or you finna meet Smith and Wesson

Ridin' around this at

Yeah, the Tesla, it just know how to park (Hunnid baguettes, huh, come on, come on, hah)

Yeah, the Tesla really know how to park (I got the—, I got the—, racks, racks) (Hah)

Yeah, the Tesla really just know how to park (Hey, hey) (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I got a lot on my mind (Hey, hey, hey, ah) (I got a lot on my mind)

Yeah, just ride 'round the city

Yeah, got Chrome Hearts at Saks (Oh-yeah)

I got a boner, let's sex (Fuck)

I got a tone and they deaf

Hey, with the beat, I'mma chef

These 'Miri jeans, not no Guess, uh

I was fuckin' that bitch off the tesler

I ain't rockin' that Rick, ain't need pressure

?

I don't wanna go talk, not no lecture

With them bitches you gay, double texter

I don't give a fuck if it's pressure, nah (Let's go)

Yeah, the Tesla, it just know how to park