Getaway Chevrolet

Don't push me man... Pull out game is weak I see you in the street All the bitches out there saying you're a fucking geek They say you beat your meat You're a fucking creep Get over yourself, I'll run you over in a jeep Run it over in your mind, bout a hundred thousand times Couldn't ever catch me, even if you fucking tried You'll find That it's better than lookin' like a blind rat, a fat cat Need a fucking bib with your placemat? Knock your head right out the park with a fucking ball bat F*ck your bitch a hundred times, did you fucking know that? If I see you one more time, I'll break your fucking nose flat Bitches staying in my crib, you know that's where the hoes at Watching all the finest shows, like I'm fucking Batman Now you sounding like a bitch, you're like a fucking smug brat Acting like you're someone's kid, you a fucking rugrat Got in trouble, go to jail, get a fucking mug shot Big beetle problem, gotta get a fucking bug bomb Buy a big bottle of bourbon for your mad mug mom Dank and dingy place man, smells just like a bus stop Can't be bringing hoes here unless you grab a wet mop To wipe away the wear and tear with Windex and the Lysol Find a fan to flow the breeze, Febreze is in the air, son Flow with ease Like the seven seas See me rolling these trees tighter than a string and then be higher than me on a flying trapeze Please eat your veggies or I'll sneeze on you and smash your peas If you come at me thinking you're a beast I'll come and sit you down like a shih tzu on a leash Beat around the bush, I'll smush your face and push you in a busy street Smoking fine weed, like I'm burning a fee that I received from the police I needed more paper for my weed So these sheets will do me fine Sippin' fine wine while I drive But I'm not doing time Pigs will fly before I die And they be flying right behind Speeding 50 past the limit Seeing if I crash in a minute Dreaming of the cash that I'm spending Creeping bitch pigs catching up shit Got away And they don't have a word to say about my day when I sped away in the getaway Chevrolet Played em like a game and gave them the same fate that became of the cop raids in GTA I had em in my rearview mirror They tailgatin', they hatin' And they make it hard to steer Look at those motherfucking whack bags With their trackpads and their backpacks Motherfucking fake badge Snack breaks, shakedowns You plant crack and you smack blacks And you don't fucking take back that you back the bad lads Blast em away, spray them with an AK They're not OK and they didn't have a nice day BITCH!