Текст песни Lettuce, Car, Mississippi - Harry Mack

Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Killing all these rappers, they don't wanna bed us
Off of the head, leave them shredded like lettuce
Revin' up the engine of my car, shick is trippy
The way the fans rock with me from here to Mississippi, yeah

Rappers wanna kill me, wanna dead us
Off of the top, I shred it up like lettuce
Revin' up the engine of my car, ain't it trippy
How fans hear my bars from L.A to Mississippi? Yeah

Anywhere we at, I'm fast, never slow like a ballad
I shred the lettuce just to make a salad, yeah
Y'all know my freestyles are fatal, got the lettuce from my salad
Now, I'm chopping the tomatoes, yeah
And everybody knows we're about to win this
My flow is good for your health, like the lettuce known as spinach, uh
It's crazy what this music brought, can do to y'all
These rappers stupid, uh, I'm good for your health like a Rue Gala, yeah

H-Mac be flowing for sure I be coppin' hella lettuce from the grocery store, yeah
Y'all know I'm comin' right off top with the verse
It sounds clean like your lettuce, best be washin' it first
'Cause you never know there could be bugs, could be spiders
I'ma crawl right to the cypher, every time I rhyme
They all be gettin' hyper, I'm a striker, y'all know do it, I'm rehearsed
There we go, lettuce got a dedicated verse said

These rappers wanna kill me, yeah, they wanna dead us
Off of the top, I'ma shred it like lettuce
Revin' up the engine to my car, ain't it trippy
How they hear my bars from LA to Mississippi?

Rappers wanna kill me, yeah, they wanna dead us
Off of the top, I shred the track like lettuce
Revin' up the engine to my car, ain't it trippy
How fans feel my bars from LA to Mississippi now?

We said cars, that's something I feel
You know, like vehicles or the automobiles, yeah
H-Mac, y'all know that I'm never gon' settle
I be gettin' my Ferrari, I'm pressin' on the gas pedal, uh
Hey like Mac Dog, you lyin' nah, hardly, come on, dog
You know you ain't drivin' no Ferrari
Alright, fine, it's true, my car's more subtle, dude
I don't have a Ferrari and I don't have BMW

I don't have an Audi, I don't have a Maserati
I wish I could say that my car was that godly
I don't have a race car, I couldn't drive a NASCAR
But I'm racing around these tracks every time I blast bars
Listen, this fact is quite vital
I don't own a car, I ride a bicycle
Either that or I be steppin' all on my feet
But still, I'm revvin' up the engine when I'm crushin' these beats, let's go

These rappers wanna kill me, wanna dead us
Off of the top, I shred them up like lettuce
Revvin' up the engine to my car, ain't it trippy
How people fill my bars from LA to Mississippi? Yeah

These rappers wanna kill us, wanna dead us
Off of the top, I shred them up like lettuce
Revvin' up the engine to my car, ain't it trippy
How they can fill my bars from LA to Mississippi? Yeah

They don't understand, they don't get me
Okay, you want the real? Better hit me
I be puttin' words together swiftly
Lyrically, I'm animated like Disney
Never slackin', y'all know I'm gettin' busy
I make their heads spin around 'til they dizzy
I pop up and they yellin' "who is he?"
Fill me state to state from Cali to Mississippi