Ferrari Engine

(álbum: Collection Agency - 2021)

East side on mine, just like every time
Seven lowriders outside in a line, ayy

Ferrari engine leave the whole fucking block trembling
Screen door off the hinges pull the rawest bitches
I keep it real with my real niggas, duck snitches
I've never been able to trust bitches
Used to envision pulling up in 'em and then I really did it
I never gave in to no sucka gimmicks
I came up nothing to something, really
It's like watching Rocky jogging through the streets of New Orleans instead of Philly
Driving foreigns the American dream, I'm in the city
And the car cost half a million, then it's probably for me
No tint on the windows, everybody can see
I'ma drop the top, bitches, like forty degrees
I got a mink in the trunk, get it out for me, please
Ferrari engines leave the whole fucking block trembling
Ferrari engines leave the whole fucking block trembling
Ferrari engines leave the whole fucking block—

Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches, baby
Smoke weed in it
Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches, baby
Smoke weed in it, yeah, yeah
Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah-yeah
Yeah, Jet Life, Jet Life
Jet Life, Jet Life, yeah-yeah, yeah
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da