[Chorus]
'93 Chevy, red Chevelle, damn, nigga, what?
Turbo thrusters, main straight down the hill, finna fuck
Playing chicken, doing burnouts, hitting donuts, pulling up (TTB)
Sixteen, grand theft auto, chopshop for some bucks
She a lady, treat her like it, then get broken by a slut (Bitch)
People push your buttons but it's only if you open up
Loosen up then giddy-up, vroom-vroom up in them guts
[Verse 1]
You sell out, then you fake, you stay broke, then you real
I be true to myself all day, fuck your feels (Nah, for real)
Different cities, different girls, different drugs, different feels
Out in Europe, foreigns normal, same me, different wheels
They be staring while I'm steering, my apparel her appeal
Tires screech, whip on fleek, in my way, then get 'em killed
She on me, she on me, you inside, I'm in the field
Hate on me, hate on me, you just need some time to heal
Bands, bags, and bitches, ooh, they dislike my attitude
Hit a cow if it don't moo, swaggin', swoolin' to the loot
Ain't my brother then he food, don't be trying me like a fool
Counting bread while getting head, nigga independent too
[Chorus]
'93 Chevy, red Chevelle, damn, nigga, what? (On go)
Turbo thrusters, main straight down the hill, finna fuck
Playing chicken, doing burnouts, hitting donuts, pulling up
Sixteen, grand theft auto, chopshop for some bucks
She a lady, treat her like it, then get broken by a slut (Bitch)
People push your buttons but it's only if you open up
Loosen up then giddy-up, vroom-vroom up in them guts
Vroom-vroom up in them guts, vroom-vroom up in them guts
'93 Chevy, red Chevelle, damn, nigga, what?
Turbo thrusters, main straight down the hill, finna fuck
Playing chicken, doing burnouts, hitting donuts, pulling up (TTB)
Sixteen, grand theft auto, chopshop for some bucks
She a lady, treat her like it, then get broken by a slut (Bitch)
People push your buttons but it's only if you open up
Loosen up then giddy-up, vroom-vroom up in them guts
[Verse 1]
You sell out, then you fake, you stay broke, then you real
I be true to myself all day, fuck your feels (Nah, for real)
Different cities, different girls, different drugs, different feels
Out in Europe, foreigns normal, same me, different wheels
They be staring while I'm steering, my apparel her appeal
Tires screech, whip on fleek, in my way, then get 'em killed
She on me, she on me, you inside, I'm in the field
Hate on me, hate on me, you just need some time to heal
Bands, bags, and bitches, ooh, they dislike my attitude
Hit a cow if it don't moo, swaggin', swoolin' to the loot
Ain't my brother then he food, don't be trying me like a fool
Counting bread while getting head, nigga independent too
[Chorus]
'93 Chevy, red Chevelle, damn, nigga, what? (On go)
Turbo thrusters, main straight down the hill, finna fuck
Playing chicken, doing burnouts, hitting donuts, pulling up
Sixteen, grand theft auto, chopshop for some bucks
She a lady, treat her like it, then get broken by a slut (Bitch)
People push your buttons but it's only if you open up
Loosen up then giddy-up, vroom-vroom up in them guts
Vroom-vroom up in them guts, vroom-vroom up in them guts
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