Tesla lyrics

[Chorus: Ways]
Yeah, put that tesla in park
I'mma drive my car, like a f*ckin golf cart
Runnin' up them bands yeah, pockets fat like Bart
b*tch I'm smokin' on that gas bruh, and it smell like fart
Talkin' sh*t'll go down, we pull up it's war
Your b*tch pull up to my crib, she said she want tour
Smokin' on that gas pack, my bro pour a four
I been ballin' like I'm curry, I been on dat court
Yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Ways]
I don't want that hoe, I don't want that b*tch
I'mma f*ck this hoe, pass her to the clique
I'mma get that guap, I'mma get that sh*t
I'm f*ckin' ya muhf*ckin' hoe, she wanna ride on the di*k

[Verse: Zootzie]
Smoke my gas you gon' K.O., Ryan Garcia
We swerve in sh*t you ain't try, boy you can't keep up
I flex these bands up in your face, you can't believe now
The b*tches seeing all these n*ggas tryna be us
Keep extended clips
Cause I stay in Chiraq, so I need that fy' man
You peepin' on the goat man, I passed the eye test
Used to not have sh*t, now I swerve in the fastest whip
[Chorus: Ways]
Put that tesla in park
I'mma drive my car, like a f*ckin golf cart
Runnin' up them bands yuh, pockets fat like Bart
b*tch I'm smokin' on that gas bruh, and it smell like fart
Talkin' sh*t'll go down, we pull up it's war
Yo b*tch pull up to my crib, she said she want tour

[Outro: Ways]
Yeah, put that tesla in park