Lyrics:

Hey, get out of there, you filthy—
Hey, get out of there, you filthy—

La-la-la-la
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La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
You remind me of my Jeep (Uh)
I wanna wax it (Uh)
In traffic, in traffic

Switchin' lanes, I'm swervin'
Gettin' brain, I'm learnin'
Nigga gettin' burn, how he gettin' his earnings?
Turn me to ashes, I put it on they asses
I'm back from the dead with the dead button
Dash is the fastest, swervin' through traffic
Don't worry, I'll catch him, I'm barely distracted
Attractive bad bitch, tryna get wax like my hash is
And if you crashin' know pussy cats get caskets
Don't get gassed, and if you clutch, just know these blunts won't get passed
I put your guts in a open bag, why you totin' that?
Where your tokens at? This just ain't potent packs, this shit is chokin' gas
Sim-simmer, who got the keys in the Bimmer?
Who see police in the mirror? Who do Mach 3 speeds on the highway?
Beast Coast where I lay, won't stop 'til my day

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
You remind me of my Jeep (Uh)
I wanna wax it (Uh)
In traffic, in traffic

Racin' in my drop-top, one god, one pop
Shorty goin' on about her main and how his team flop
She mesmerized as I hit her mind
How I hit her spot back at my spot, right on my mother's couch, ouch
We on that Brooklyn shit, speedin' soulfully through the game
Livin' up, fuck your fame, I'm above, uh
Growin' up, they say you never really change
But since my younger days, I been switchin' lanes, pavin' the way
School, we never showin' up, home with homies rollin' up
Sittin' in the back of the bus, pourin' a forty up
Niggas never quackin' at us, homies'll fold 'em up
World about to end, so what up? Let's roll the whole thing up
Yeah, the whole OG, keep it in motion
Beast Coast, yeah, we chosen, nigga sick, got the potion
I'm hopin' the knowledge that me and my niggas spoken
Will find a nigga in the village smokin' on somethin' potent
You niggas is fuckin' hopeless, and me and my niggas focused

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
You remind me of my Jeep (Uh)
I wanna wax it (Lord have mercy)
In traffic, in traffic

Uh, I'm sittin' in the whip, dreamin' about tactics
On this rap shit and how to make my cash flip
You need practice, I already get my ass kissed
Flow's nasty, I could probably sell a blank disc
Kate Moss tee on, twenty-eight grams, bitch, I get my O-Z on
Laney 14s, bitch, I get my OG on
Got on Christian Dior, but we livin' like we demons
Talkin' shit and rollin' up, that's the wave that we on
MCM jacket, gold teeth like I'm Jerome
Tea shroomed up, acid drops in my cup
Don't just sit there, girl, what's up?
Pop that pussy, crack a Dutch, she roll it up, won't take one puff
Rubber cover me up, you know some women are crazy
Lil' nigga ain't mine, that Trojan got your baby
She said, 'Meech, don't even try to play me'
I switched gears, Jeep went 'Ehr!' like Jamie

La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
You remind me of my Jeep (Uh)
I wanna wax it (Uh)
In traffic, in traffic