Napkins lyrics

I need my mother f*cking keys
Hold on
b*tch you got my keys
Gimme those s***s

Oh now I'm ready
You start my mother f*cking car
Yeah! Spark one up
Big Jerm!

2 x hook:
I'm getting faded while I drive
Got your b*tch up in my ride
Smoke up in the car and it's leather all inside
I'm playin old school pimpin
Got your b*tch with me that's right homie and we trippin

67 impala that's with a lot of work
My b*tch want her hair to blow so I'ma need a vert
It's never a drought never in need of the work
I see you p**sys from the far in need of a skirt
You know I ride playin old school pimpin
Got your b*tch with me homie ohh, that's why you're trippin
Well let me get my luggage that car is bout your budget
She say I go f*ck it start the juice like Nantucket
She doing things for me that she don't do it when you around
Prince of the city two bust her down
Alaskan sports ya that's cold game
She doing what she doing I don't know her name
But you say that that's your girlfriend and give her tornado
Got her cut up in my whirlwind
You know I got the juice no bishop though
Red cups sipping slow... Hoe!