[Hook]
Baby, no turning back
Death in my rearview, life on the splitscreen
Flee in the sportscar, I run Adidas
Roadkill in the coupe
Roadkill in the coupe
[Verse 1]
Sportscar, roadkill in the coupe
Full speed, death in my rearview
Raf Simons cold on the floorboard
Run it up, middle fingers to the scoreboard
She ain't really interested in the floor seat
More like black Saint Laurent on the Porsche seat
More like dead roadkill in the Porsche
I know you smell it, got us fleeing from the vultures
Raise up the doors, need a stitch in the Kenzo
Beep, beep, who got they keys to the Benzo?
She not ’bout to flex but you Samsung niggas
Need virtual reality to peep through her window
Suck your summer in, well let's make it eventful
Biblic and she known to behead the non-believers
Days on the calendar don't blend with her closet
Her whole entire week look like Caeser’s on Caeser's
These coupe doors won't open up, they vogue
These dirt bikes and black helmets, they for show
Got a ice box where my heart used to be
'Cause these thot chicks and baby mommas too bold
I shift gears to outrun my pain
'Cause I sold out, but never sold my soul
I hope God send me a spot in the kingdom
Even if I wanna pass through hell to see it close
[Hook]
Baby, no turning back
Death in my rearview, life on the splitscreen
Flee in the sportscar, I run Adidas
Roadkill in the coupe
Roadkill in the coupe
Baby, no turning back
Death in my rearview, life on the splitscreen
Flee in the sportscar, I run Adidas
Roadkill in the coupe, yeah
Roadkill in the coupe
[Verse 2]
Look what your flames did to my skin
I stood in the fire, and paid for my sins
These days, niggas be iffy and switch quickly
So honestly, I ain't really into having friends
I guess that I would hate me too
The dead man got roadkill in the coupe
Bet my coke and my kicks insane
I mean, just peep at how Virgil hit the swoosh, yeah
Moment of silence for my fresh (my fresh)
Moment of silence for my death (my death)
30-50 burned in my flesh
'Cause I'ma rep death till there ain’t nothing left
I’ma go hard till the wheels fall off
If they oppose me, fuck it dawg, kill 'em all, ahh
’Cause I really came from the dirt
If I don't do nothing, best believe I'ma ball
Ain't no remedies for old memories
I think I just need some more Hennessy
Rest in peace to all my enemies
By all means, protect my energy, yeah
Let up the suicide doors
This is my life homie, you decide yours
Awesome, a atheist in Christian Dior
Damn, they don’t make 'em like this any more
Woah
[Hook]
Baby, no turning back
Death in my rearview, life on the splitscreen
Flee in the sportscar, I run Adidas
Roadkill in the coupe
Roadkill in the coupe
Baby, no turning back
Death in my rearview, life on the splitscreen
Flee in the sportscar, I run Adidas
Roadkill in the coupe
Roadkill in the coupe
Baby, no turning back
Death in my rearview, life on the splitscreen
Flee in the sportscar, I run Adidas
Roadkill in the coupe
Roadkill in the coupe
[Outro]
Turn on your headlights, turn on your headlights
This must be paranoia
She fucking both of them, anything just to model the foyer
Turn on the high-beams, now I'm running through the forest
Devil in a white dress, but the vision is gorgeous
Turn on your headlights, turn on your headlights
This must be paranoia
She fucking both of them, anything just to model the foyer
Turn on the high-beams, now I'm running through the forest
Devil in a white dress, but the vision is gorgeous