text: Shit
  My mother warned me that some niggas aint my right hand
  To trust her, only my heart and that elder white man
  His name is Clancy, I fancy him, gotta give him props
  He half the reason why dealerships even let me cop
  So now Im speedin and tryna drive away from the fact
  That she was right, so I triple left, tryna double back
  The streets are filled with some clues like how I aint notice that? 
  Fuck it, I seen some familiar stuck in the cul-de-sac
  I pull up, get out, what up? I wanna help
  But what you want for some, some niggas
  Really dont want for themself
  Now do I stay? Do I go? Thats my dilemma
  And traffic is picking up, if I dont leave Ima get stuck 
  So I speed off, we talk barely and it seems awkward
  And I heard through some words that youre off it
  I got too much drive, dont wanna steer off path
  And crash and get distracted
  But I listen to that weather man cause it might rain
  Keep my windshield wipers prepared
  Cause yall throw so much shade 
  And I got jacket in trunk, but thats in the front
  I also got power for both of us if youre ever in need of jump
  Just let me know, my nigga
  I had to switch gears on em
  Fishtail in the rearview mirror on em 
  I had to switch gears on em
  You know, swerve, left turn, steerin wheel on em
  Nigga thats a pothole, watch out for the pothole
  Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
  Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
  Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
  Snakes in the grass, but I walk
  I got some new boots, on the back it says GOLF
  So I be prepared for their bites, theyre all talk
  I left the condom in the grass so fuck off
  Watchin Clarence in a mansion with nobody in it
  Young successful nigga, ride McLaren with no windows tinted
  I drive by piggies when Im in it cause it feels amazin
  The irony is I stopped eatin bacon
  Dont get it twisted, nigga, Im still hungry, oh he lonely
  All my friends talk about their hoes and tenderonies
  But all I can show em is a couple cars and more things
  That Ive made in the couple past month, hes on, please
  Everyone is a sheep, me, a lone wolf
  Nobody gon make a peep cause everyone wants some wool
  Since everyone is a sheep, not everyone here is cool
  Man Id rather drown in a pool by myself
  Than fuck with their fleece
  See, man, T-Man fans be seesaw
  Wind blows, they go, which way, who knows?
  One day, Fuck no, the next day, Okay
  But fuck yall, I know that T is four for four
  I just want that garden and that Batmobile
  Good health, success, time on earth worthwhile
  Find somebody who love me and raise a couple of lizards
  But my vehicles good for now, thats in a couple of miles
  Now keep it pushin, nigga
  I had to switch gears on em
  Fishtail in the rearview mirror on em 
  I had to switch gears on em
  You know, swerve, left turn, steerin wheel on em
  Nigga thats a pothole, watch out for the pothole
  Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
  Look out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
  Watch out for the pothole, watch out for the pothole
  Fuck, okay, next one
  Do-do-do-do-do-do
  Gotta watch out for the potholes
  Ooh, said watch out for the potholes
  Haha