Widebody lyrics

[Intro]
Y'all get ready for that Luxury Music Group sh*t man, LMG man, high life boy, real high life, high life man, please believe, NC-double-A sh*t man, Andre the Giant sh*t man, you know what I'm sayin'?

[Chorus]
This car got feelings too, crash out like you love me
Knowin' I'll make that sh*t back, I'm the first one show a hunnid in cash
Mama said, "Baby adapt," n*ggas be fiendin', just make that sh*t last
I was too young for the Act', I put some Wock' in the peach just for that
Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon' get to roarin'
She wanna put me in the hot seats, and the streets already torchin' (Ayy)
City girl bring me peace, talk our sh*t, ain't no rookie like Veezе
AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I еat

[Verse]
Ho n*gga scored on the pints, know it's a drought so they playin' for keeps
b*tches ignorin' the rules, n*ggas ignorin' them too
Anything to get that cake, but you ain't even eat your food
Tryna get a stripper ho laid, label really think i'm in the A for the stu'
'Pose to shoot a video today but I need sleep 'cause my life been a movie
Pretty girl get in my way, tell me yo' lies, let me get through
Go off energy, charged up b*tches don't fit my mood
Sick of the Beni', we've been eating that sh*t like Chinese food
She don't like HEMI's, if it ain't foreign, in her eyes it's useless
I had a dream, AJ with Stacy, playin' her part in Clueless
Thousand dollar cup, it hold my fate, I'm a bad influence
Couple thousand up, so now you make the money music
Somebody teach me love is not adorin'
She say, "Yup, you stuck with me, it's quarantine, no tourin'"
New red-eye, it look like me, them loud ass pipes euphoric
Open up on 290, hear it from the Low End
[Chorus]
This car got feelings too, crash out like you love me
Knowin' I'll make that sh*t back, I'm the first one show a hunnid in cash
Mama said, "Baby, adapt, n*ggas be fiendin', just make that sh*t last"
I was too young for the Act', I put some Wock' in the peach just for that
Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon' get to roarin'
She wanna put me in the hot seats, and the streets already torchin' (Ayy)
City girl bring me peace, talk that sh*t, ain't no rookie like Veeze
AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I eat

[Outro]
Real sh*t, you know what I'm sayin', NBA, National Big Boy Association man, for real they need to really hear about this, yeah so, Google that, Google this, WorldStar that