Jailbreak the Tesla Injury Reserve (Ft. Aminé)

[Chorus: Ritchie with a T]
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla
Fuck it, jailbreak the Tesla

[Verse 1: Ritchie with a T]
Ninth grade, yeah, prime days, yo
Raised by the internet, final stage, yo
We could do anything by the age, yo
Niggas thought they was too cool for Myspace, yo
Had the iPod Touch with the Redsn0w
Cydia, but you could pirate all the apps though
They would hack security cams by the back doors
Nigga, this was Limewire on crack, though
The Touch was anything you could've asked for
Jailbreakin' it and you was hot shit, yeah
What if you could do the same for the whip, yeah?
Turn the X into a Batmobile rip, yeah
I can't wait 'til a nigga get to stuntin'
Get a Tesla and take it to West Coast Customs
Turn the touchscreen to iOS for fun
Make the auto-pilot do a donut, go dumb, man
Tell that nigga Elon I'm sorry
Tell my mom safety features ain't adjusted
Pulled up, doors up at the party
Like I didn't cop that shit for nothin'
Niggas can pull up in the 'Rari
But all you can change is paint and some fuck shit
And you gotta drive that shit, that ain't fun man
Need some shit I can hack, like fuck it