Lyrics In This Car - Trapo

Far as I'm concerned,
If there's people still hating, they can suck a...
Benadryl, bitch I'm sick
Curving deals with the shit
Real niggas always gon excel,
Fuck a list unless they put me on the shit
They need Winfrey on the shit
That's the lane a nigga in (right)

Bitch I'm good, I'm straight
Hit the wood, it was laced
High as fuck, feeling great
Wait, fuck never mind
This ain't good, big mistake
This shit fake, this shit lace
And I would let you stay, but I can't, ho I...

Bitch, this is success in this car
Death to the nagging,
But who ain't fluently shitting on critics opinions
Don't you see this 'S' on my heart? (nigga)
This feels like spark Swisher
Might speed in the whip off the dark liquor
Born sinner, don't eat in my shit you gon' starve
Nigga of course, scripture was in the plan
Somehow I thought I'd kill it without it
I'll explain it on the second album
Nineteen hits feels like my greatest outcome
Say whatever, just make sure they copy, copy
I get out of pocket, scramble to the dollars
Dance my deposit
Eat forbidden fruit, see forbidden knowledge
Yelling fuck the truth, dropping out of college

Wait, woah, feeling good, feeling straight
Hit the wood, it was laced
High as fuck, feeling great
Wait, fuck never mind
This ain't good, big mistake
This shit fake
And I would let you stay, but I can't, ho I...

Bitch this is success in this car
I've been on track, plus I'm high and these rap feel like space
I feel great, take a puff, then a break for too long
End up losing the faith that I had
This gon' reflect on the chase in my bag
Back on the bus in the face of my dad
Puff, bitch you a fake, you a Shad Moss
I feel a quake in the earth
She want the snake in her skirt
I give a plate to the girth
Fuck all the fame and the percs
I will earn me a spot,
Unless I'm shot by the cops and a name on my shirt

Far as I'm concerned,
If there's people still hating, they can suck a dick
Been a drill, bitch I'm sick
Curving deals with the shit
Real niggas always gon excel,
Fuck a list unless they put me on the shit
They need Winfrey on the shit
That's the lane a nigga in (right)

Ya, I'm straight
Hit the wood, it was laced
High as fuck, I feel great
Wait, fuck never mind
This ain't good, big mistake
She no good, she must be fake

This ain't' good, big mistake
This shit fake, this shit laced
And I would let you stay
But I can't, ho I...