In My Car lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
You a copier (Copier)
Yeah, you like to copy sh*t (I'm on that sh*t)
You wasn't even on this style until Yung Carti popped this sh*t, yeah
I got hella hoes, ooh
And they poppin' sh*t, yeah
I got poppin' hoes, ooh
On they poppin' sh*t, ooh
I need a solid ho, ooh
Harder than a brick
My b*tch bad with no makeup kit, ooh
And she with the sh*t
She gotta top me off and zip her lip, ooh
While I zip a brick
I got choppers on my mama couch, ooh
Pints all in the fridge, ooh
When I leave the crib, ooh
Go check on my kids, ooh
All these n*ggas my kids, ooh
I just f*cked they b*tch, ooh
All these n*ggas my kids, ooh
I just f*cked they b*tch
Kickstand lit, lean, b*tch
Throw it in the back, we lit, yeah
Throw it in the back, we lit, yeah
Thumb through the check, we lit
Ayy, I'm f*ckin' this b*tch, I flex, she split, ooh
All on the di*k she do trick, ooh
I told that b*tch that she it, ooh
I told the b*tch she the sh*t, ooh
All of my n*ggas'll hit
I give 'em the guap, he goin' to hit
He go on a mission, he hit 'em with kick, ooh
Kick the lil b*tch with the stick, ooh
He goin' out bad, that's it, ooh
I'm with the set like I'm Dip, ooh
Now with the set, I'm pimp, ooh
I swear I could be that lil pimp, ooh
I swear she need a lil pimp, ooh
Treat the lil b*tch like a pit, ooh
VVS diamonds my neck, ooh
Don't need no light to hit, ooh
I know I be coolin' and sh*t, ooh
But all of these b*tches I hit, ooh
And all of these n*ggas are b*tch, ooh
All of these n*ggas are b*tch
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
In my car (Car, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Sippin' on that Wock'
Poppin' all these bars (2900, Flatbed)
Coolin' with the stars
Coupe came with the star (Coupe came, coupe came, f*ck you talkin' to, n*gga?)
In my car (Car, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (You know what I'm sayin'? Check it out)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, yeah
I don't even like to fight
But my diamonds love to hit
Used to be on swipin' sh*t
Now a n*gga filthy rich, ayy
With Yung Carti, that Ferrari go safari, ayy, yeah
No Atari, ayy, I'm coolin' with Bari, ayy, yeah
That's my gang, go bang bang, for my gang
I just copped another chain, I just swerved another lane
If I win a Grammy, I'ma never let go of my di*k
If I don't win a Grammy I'ma probably still f*ck on your b*tch, whoo, yeah
What's the problem?
Point 'em, shot 'em
Bottle-pop 'em
That lil b*tch be wet like Fiji
Why she act like she don't need me? (I don't)
I don't drive no rentals
If you see me in it, b*tch, I bought it
I do not do no narcotics
But a n*gga still iconic (Beep)
Lil Boat
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
In my car (Car)
Yeah (Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Yeah
Sippin' on that Wock' (I got pints in this sh*t)
Poppin' all these bars (Beep, salute, 2900, Flatbed)
Coolin' with the stars (Lit, lit, lit, lit)
Coupe came with the star (Coupe came, coupe came, I got, star, star)
In my car (Car, yeah, yeah)
In my car