[Intro: Saba]
Ah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, hahaha
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
Yeah

[Verse 1: Saba]
Pull up in my bucket and I’m feeling like, "Fuck it"
Use to dream about it when my cousin had a Cutlass
We were making moves, nineteen with the shwoop, ugh
Hit up Jay Caves, turned it to a video, ayy
Riding with the windows up because my shit is broke, just like we were broke
Coppers tryna impound vehicle; we all see ‘em, though, ayy
Squeaky had a Buick he would play our latest music, ayy
I just backseat-drive, catch the vibe in a hoopty, ayy
I don’t got a crib, but I told my lady, "Move in," ayy
She would take her sister car; then, someone crashed into her, ayy
Yeah, I'm still wishing
And if it break down, then I’m getting out and pushing, ayy
Me and Walt was on the E-way, and we blew the trans
Now I’m on the train, like, "Ha, damn"
Yeah, tryna finesse Uber with a new email, ayy
"Saba, love your story, man, do please tell"

[Chorus: Saba]
Ayy, pull up in my bucket, and I’m feeling like, "Fuck it"
Felt the same way when I ain’t pull up in nothin'
CTA short, balling on a budget
Ridin' in this hoopty 'til the next thing coming
I'ma pull up in my bucket, and I’m feeling like, "Fuck it"
Felt the same way when I ain’t pull up in nothin'
CTA short, balling on a budget
Ridin' in this hoopty 'til the next thing coming, ayy
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