[Hook]
Whipping in the car, Gripping on the grain
Blunt on my lips I ain't thinking about a thing
Turn the radio up let my bitch sing
If it’s my song she gone sing the whole thing like
Whipping in the car, Gripping on the grain
Blunt on my lips I ain't thinking about a thing
Turn the radio up let my bitch sing
If it's my song she gone sing the whole thing like
[Verse 1]
Nigga all the lyrics
Cause she always hear it
We live in the studio, yeah she always here with me
Sitting on the couch while I’m just cooking up heat
She Just vibe in the back cause she just vibes with the beat
If we making them moves than she riding with me
If twelve find out than she hiding with me
If they playing with my money than she sliding with me
Like she dying with me
No crying cause
Imma make it better
Who could get it wetter
Know you had a couple but I'm the only fella Cause
Imma make it better
Who could get it wetter
Know you had a couple but I'm the only fella that's
[Hook]
Whipping in the car, Gripping on the grain
Blunt on my lips I ain't thinking about a thing
Turn the radio up let my bitch sing
If it's my song she gone sing the whole thing like
Whipping in the car, Gripping on the grain
Blunt on my lips I ain't thinking about a thing
Turn the radio up let my bitch sing
If it's my song she gone sing the whole thing
Whipping in the car, Gripping on the grain
Blunt on my lips I ain’t thinking about a thing
Turn the radio up let my bitch sing
If it’s my song she gone sing the whole thing like
[Verse 2]
Every single word
All of them you heard
She gets so fly she ain't nothing like these birds
She be on the wave, she don’t even surf
And she got glasses, yeah she something like a nerd
With the words
She just so smart
Spent so much time we could never ever ever grow apart
Cause we be in the car
Even in the dark
Turn the radio off hear her whole heart
Pound pound pound man it prolly left a mark
Look at how she looking man please don't make me start
Yeah she perfect
Everything she do man she worth it
Even if I tried I can't see a better person
I would get her cars, cribs, and them purses
She the only reason I'm recording all these verses
Will you stay with me
Cause it’s meant to be
If you close your eyes see the things that we could be like
[Hook]
Whipping in the car, Gripping on the grain
Blunt on my lips I ain't thinking about a thing
Turn the radio up let my bitch sing
If it's my song she gone sing the whole thing like
Whipping in the car, Gripping on the grain
Blunt on my lips I ain't thinking about a thing
Turn the radio up let my bitch sing
If it's my song she gone sing the whole thing
Whipping in the car, Gripping on the grain
Blunt on my lips I ain't thinking about a thing
Turn the radio up let my bitch sing
If it's my song she gone sing the whole thing like