Car Wash

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ain't got the whip My wrist look just like a car wash (Plugg, car wash) I'm slidin' 2Pac with two Glocks Because they all watchin' (Because they all watchin') dark shades on She ask why I act like I don't know nobody (Like you don't know nobody) If shit go down right now I up that stick on everybody (yeah) Excuse me, Ion't mean to be rude I just want the check to myself (yeah) Please shut the f*ck up Keep talkin' down nigga You ain't bringing no help Tryna hold your load, ain't no miss, shit Gon' lose your breath Yeah, I wake up real early I gotta get that cake (Go) I livin' life too fast, don't got no brakes (No) i was down bad, had to make me a way I was down bad, had to make sum' shake (Make sum' shake) Late night on the block, watch for the Jakes This dirty Glock on me Make the block earthquake (The block earthquake) She said she was there I been act and persuade I run to the cake just like it's a relay (yeah) this watch on my wrist It look just like a lake Pull up in the coupe, make a hoe double take (yeah) I'm pouring the codeine, I'm barely awake We ain't cut from the came cloth We cannot relate (Cannot relate) I put my ho on her, he 'bout to bake I like the fifties, and I like blue face (I like blue face) The cop pull up with feds Ain't got nun' to say My niggas war ready, we air out your face (Air out your face) Ain't got the whip My wrist look just like a car wash (Car wash) I'm slidin' 2Pac with two Glocks Because they all watchin' (Because they all watchin') dark shades on She ask why I act like I don't know nobody (Like you don't know nobody) If shit go down right now I up that stick on everybody (yeah) Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude I just want the check to myself (Plugg, yeah) please shut the f*ck up Keep talkin' down nigga You ain't bringing no help Tryna hold your load, ain't no miss, shit Gon' lose your breath I'm high as a bitch, gotta catch my breath Stick in my jeans, I'mma limp when I step Feel some type of way? Say it with your chest I got a mini draco on the side of me They was just talkin' They wasn't gon' ride for me Thought I'd thank God Just hope that he proud of me They used to be hatin' Now they said they proud of me I took my Glock and stuffed It in that Louis bag Everything good nigga, but this bitch bad Don't try to call my phone For your bitch back I ain't got no time for your bitch ass I'm in Saks Fifth And I'm poppin' them tags Remember them days I had to Load up that mag' Designer shades on because my eyes got bags Hop on the plane, I ain't bring no bag I ain't been sleep in like four or five days I been gettin' money like ten different ways I know what they say, but this crime pays Some long nights and long days That back street just like a maze Them hunnids got the same face This Glock ain't finna play-play I will send that bitch up broad day Ain't no way I could go Broadway Ain't got the whip My wrist look just like a car wash (Car wash) I'm slidin' 2Pac with two Glocks Because they all watchin' (Because they all watchin') dark shades on She ask why I act like I don't know nobody (Like you don't know nobody) If shit go down right now I up that stick on everybody (yeah) Excuse me, I don't mean to be rude I just want the check to myself (yeah) Please shut the f*ck up Keep talkin' down nigga You ain't bringing no help Tryna hold your load, ain't no miss, shit Gon' lose your breath