"Car Talkin (Intro)" lyrics

Huh
It's a parade in my city, just my Chevies and my Benzes
I been having, I been getting, my collection gettin' silly
Hoping I'm a inspiration, hope niggas don't think I'm shitting
I'm just motivating really, tryna show 'em how I did it
I ain't like them other niggas, I don't hide the keys
I make a way for all the homies to come up after me
A trill OG like Bun, bubble-top Impala '61
Said I would leave it stock, but then I cut it up, huh
Ten batteries the trunk, square dump, single pump
I don't drive drunk, that's what I got them safe-houses for
(Safe-houses for, safe-houses for)
I don't hide from nobody, I stay outside where I'm from
Classic rapid fire tommy gun (Yeah, yeah)
This look like another run (This look like another run)
Finna go on another one (Finna go on another one, finna go on another one)
(The last one's not done)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Can't nobody fuck with me)
(Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches)
(Smokin' weed in it, don't post me in your pictures)
(Girl, if you can keep a secret, we could always kick it)
(Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round that nigga)
('Round that old sucker-ass nigga)
(Yeah)
I mean, it's like five o'clock right now, so if I
If I roll one
Put some soap and water on the car
Dry that motherfucker off, put some chrome polish on my rims
Wipe that shit down to a mirror
Charge the batteries up
My shit really always charged, though
Really only need 'bout a half hour, forty-five minutes, know what I'm sayin'?
I can leave the crib 'round
I'll leave the crib around six-fifty, seven o'clock
I'm tippin', I'll be 'round y'all way 'bout seven-thirty