i8 Roadster

Okay lets go
Lets go lets go
Brand new i8 roadster we gon push it, uh
We gon let that choppa leave him gushin now he done
She won’t kick like punt
Ion give a fuck bitch nah
Bullets pick em up
We gon have that nigga in the sky
She won’t fuck me all night
This bitch fuck me she gon ride
My shooter left me he gon slide
Its a tragedy if that boy died
I8 and Lambos and Maybachs when we gon ride
Catch em we gon slide
Sweep from side to side
Bullets got him inside he dont wanna come outside
Catch em on the flipside he left then he get hogtied
never die
Sippin drop he ain’t never slidin
we gon forever slide
Catch an opp he get sent to the sky
New mags and ARs
Pulled up in the fast car
Im too high Im on Mars
I still can’t quit the bars
She on a X she geeked, charged
All my got recharged
Shit gon throw that heat far
Think I need an Audemar!