Lyrics Honda Civic - Baby Gos

Whoever want the smoke
They can come and fucking get it
I ain't beefing with no lame that still whip a Honda Civic
Got an apple for the shorty, and the burner, that's a cricket
Swerving in and out of lanes I ain't stopping for no ticket
I need racks
I need more
Shake that ass
To the floor
Take a shot
I took four
Took a pill
Moving slow
Bitch I'm happy by my lone
If she staying then I'm gone
I need money, ain't a bum
Really live like how it's sung

Okay these bullets rip him up like my glock just took his virginity
Baby I don't give a fuck, i shoot em then i call him Kennedy
And the only way is up, bitch I'm surpassing all my enemies
And you know i got it tucked cuz these fuckboys filled with jealousy
Why they want my energy?
Feel the flow the intensity
Ay, looking for a remedy, found it in the melodies
I just want some clarity
I wanna leave a legacy
Bout my dough no bakery
Baby not talking Melonie

Whoever want the smoke
They can come and fucking get it
I ain't beefing with no lame that still whip a Honda Civic
Got an apple for the shorty, and the burner, that's a cricket
Swerving in and out of lanes I ain't stopping for no ticket
I need racks
I need more
Shake that ass
To the floor
Take a shot
I took four
Took a pill
Moving slow
Bitch I'm happy by my lone
If she staying then I'm gone
I need money, ain't a bum
Really live like how it's sung

I said, whoever wants the smoke they can come and fucking get it
Best times I ever had I spent in a 99' Honda Civic
Back when a dream was a joke, I hope i never forget it
I lost my soul when I lost my job in the pandemic
Bout damn time I played the game, I'm done with running a scrimmage
I built an image
It's time for me to live it
I'm a walking, talking gimmick, the cynic lyric menace
They want me to spit? Then shit, I'm a spit that Honda Civic shit
I been on the road
Road in my dome
Fork in the road
Where will I go?
I never know
When I was alone
I found a home
In bottles of gold
The bottle was cold
So was my soul
I had a goal
It took a toll
Life was dull
Got me screaming
I need to fall in my dreams (I need to fall in my dreams)
Not as easy as it seems, got to do it for the team
Got to do it for the green, part of me you never seen
So, if anybody, anywhere wanna wonder what I mean whenever I said who wants the Smoke
I mean whoever's in the way of me
(The YP)

Whoever want the smoke
They can come and fucking get it
I ain't beefing with no lame that still whip a Honda Civic
Got an apple for the shorty, and the burner, that's a cricket
Swerving in and out of lanes I ain't stopping for no ticket
I need racks
I need more
Shake that ass
To the floor
Take a shot
I took four
Took a pill
Moving slow
Bitch I'm happy by my lone
If she staying then I'm gone
I need money, ain't a bum
Really live like how it's sung