Red Carpet Upchurch
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[Intro]
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Yeah
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Dirty dirty
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Yeah
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Let the BandPlay
[Verse 1]
I'm from that dirty dirty, spray-paint the Cadillac in the driveway
Smoke one with the police when they off-duty on Friday
Ridin' around in my city on that two-stroke ridin' wheelies
And you ain't never gonna catch me, don't waste time writin' tickets
Mister fuck a public image, you know that I'm here to get it
And they trippin' 'cause I'm different, my blueprint leavin' indentions
I drop shit and get attention, they know that the boy ain't playin' now
Rappers fallin' over like the cows I used to tip when I
Would be out at a party straight up gone off of that apple pie
And I'm gon' rep this shit I do until the fuckin' day I die
Creek water sippin', rollin' stoned until my lungs collapse
Early model 80's F-150 and the system slap
Bad bitch in the passenger, ass fatter than a Georgia peach
Your favorite rapper mad because his style cannot compare to me
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Yeah
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Dirty dirty
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Yeah
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Let the BandPlay
[Verse 1]
I'm from that dirty dirty, spray-paint the Cadillac in the driveway
Smoke one with the police when they off-duty on Friday
Ridin' around in my city on that two-stroke ridin' wheelies
And you ain't never gonna catch me, don't waste time writin' tickets
Mister fuck a public image, you know that I'm here to get it
And they trippin' 'cause I'm different, my blueprint leavin' indentions
I drop shit and get attention, they know that the boy ain't playin' now
Rappers fallin' over like the cows I used to tip when I
Would be out at a party straight up gone off of that apple pie
And I'm gon' rep this shit I do until the fuckin' day I die
Creek water sippin', rollin' stoned until my lungs collapse
Early model 80's F-150 and the system slap
Bad bitch in the passenger, ass fatter than a Georgia peach
Your favorite rapper mad because his style cannot compare to me
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