Car Sick - Remix lyrics

[Intro]
(if young Iyambo don't trust you ima shot you)

[Chorus]
I remember back when you were car sick
Hanging out in my van, you were my b*tch
Now you're just a bad b*tch i think you lost it
Think you lost it
I think you lost it
I remember back when you were car sick
Hanging out in my van, you were my bit
Now you're just a bad b*tch i think you lost it
Think you lost it
Think you lost it

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, n*gga came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a n*gga f*ckin' on models
Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin' bags for the cheap
When I ain't had money, I was robbin', n*gga
I was gettin' bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, n*gga, I'm on TV
Couple n*ggas switched up, b*tched up, f*ck 'em
I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put a b*tch before my brother
I'm too street smart, n*gga, to serve a undercover
n*ggas tryna clone a n*gga's sh*t, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, sh*t, Lambo
n*ggas want a handout, sh*t, mine broke
I grinded for this sh*t, I grinded for this sh*t
Can't change on my gang, n*ggas still here
Kinda hard to change my ways 'cause the sh*t real
n*ggas rappin' 'bout sh*t they ain't even lived
n*ggas lyin', I can hear it in their ad-libs
I'm poppin' Percocets, b*tch, not Advil
It's kinda f*cked up what they did to Black, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, n*gga, I'ma whack him
n*gga, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin' sure my kids happy
They dependent on their daddy
Tryin' not to let the streets distract me
I know it's bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn't be an athlete
I'm a solid young n*gga, you can ask C
The internet ain't gon' help you understand me
[Chorus]
I back when you were car sick
Hanging out in my van, you were my b*tch
Now you're just a bad b*tch i think you lost it
Think you lost it
I think you lost it
I remember back when you were car sick
Hanging out in my van, you were my bit
Now you're just a bad b*tch i think you lost it
Think you lost it
Think you lost it

[Verse 2]
Ain't rockin' no SI2
My diamonds VVS
Ain't driving no CRV
My coupe is a GT-S
All the hard times gave me strength
So I can carry this money to the bank
Nobody helped me, there’s no one to thank
Now they watching the picture I paint
My plug always make sure I’m straight
Not every superhero got a cape
Smoking on Backwoods bad for me
But I don’t wan’t smoke on a vape (yeah)
I ain’t healthy, but my pockets they in shape (yeah)
f*cking all these hoes, I’m touring state to state (state to state)
Laying by the pool, your girlfriend feeding me grapes (feeding me grapes)
Gotta keep it on me, I got a lot at stake
I spend a mortgage on my clothes, now I’m balling (I’m balling)
Girl, I’m tryna f*ck right now, no time for stalling (stalling)
I just got a walk-in closet to put the mall in (mall in)
My whip so close to the floor, you gotta fall in (it's foreign)
I stopped wearing Levi's, now it's Balmains (Balmain)
Every time you see me, I’m with the same gang (same gang)
I’m tryna get a hundred mil, f*ck tryna maintain (maintain)
Pour me up another six, I’m killing all pain (killing all pain)