McLaren lyrics

[Intro: Desto Dubb]
Aye, I've got about two pounds of jewelry on right here, man
Spiff
And I've got a bust down on my wrist
(?)
Fizzle, sizzle up!

[Chorus: Desto Dubb]
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
(?)
She give me head while I'm running my errands
She give you bread 'cause you still with your parents
I pop a molly when I'm up in Paris
I'm pouring lean when a n*gga in Europe
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
(?)
She give me head while I'm running my errands
She give you bread 'cause you still with your parents
I pop a molly when I'm up in Paris
I'm pouring lean when a n*gga in Europe
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring

[Verse 1: Desto Dubb]
I'm in the drop top 'bout to go pick up a hot thot
b*tch, you cannot get my hotspot
Most of my n*ggas pop Wock tops
Addicted to lean, I cannot stop
And I'm still smoking like a wockstar
All of these shots, I'm a rockstar
Popping the Wock like a popstar
In the McLaren with lockjaw
n*ggas keep wishing, I've got cars
She give me head in a parked car
This is (?), not (?)
She giving me head, then I block her
She giving me head, but I lock her
Kicking the b*tch like it's soccer
.357 like Walker
[Bridge: Desto Dubb]
Chasing this bread like a jogger
'Bout to go rob me a (?)
She say she does not prosper
I'm in that hoe like a saucer
All of my n*ggas is poppers
All of my n*ggas is Glock blurs

[Chorus: Desto Dubb]
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
(?)
She give me head while I'm running my errands
She give you bread 'cause you still with your parents
I pop a molly when I'm up in Paris
I'm pouring lean when a n*gga in Europe
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
So many guns, you would think we was terrorists
How many b*tches you with, it's like seven
Bought her a (?) so you think she in Heaven
So many dreadheads you'd think we was Rasta
Dubb in the cut eating seafood pasta
Jumped out the motherf*cking all black Impala
My n*ggas top shottas, we could find your father
All black everything
All black everything, no (?)
All black gold grills
Geeked off four pills
[Bridge: Smokepurpp]
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
So many guns, you would think we was terrorists
How many b*tches you with, it's like seven
Bought her a (?) so you think she in Heaven

[Chorus: Desto Dubb]
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
(?)
She give me head while I'm running my errands
She give you bread 'cause you still with your parents
I pop a molly when I'm up in Paris
I'm pouring lean when a n*gga in Europe
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
(?)
She give me head while I'm running my errands
She give you bread 'cause you still with your parents
I pop a molly when I'm up in Paris
I'm pouring lean when a n*gga in Europe
In the McLaren, these b*tches is staring
In the McLaren, these b*tches is (Skrt)