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son rob - tesla! كلمات الأغنية

[hook]
i’m in the tesla whip at night to see bright lights
i hit it forward i don’t ever need to side swipe
b_tches know to push your b_ttons like type write
i’m like freddie beefing doja from the byke byke
told ‘em i’ll be fine, i’ll be there in
nothing ‘bout the traffic ’bout to tell me how to drive
i don’t see the signs, in and outta line
sick of everybody and they mother tryna jive when they talking to me

[verse 1]
my only critic is my brother ain’t n0body else
i’m onto different sh_t that no one here could never tell
i’m on the silent treatment with you i don’t ever yell
a sense of power in the silence you won’t ever quell
commas and the zeros and the figures what i’m wrapped in
front end what you seeing keep it quiet on the back end
rappers looking like the feds could never try tap in
lotta them was waiting for me happy that i’m back in
i get the heat cuz i’m stuck in the crosshairs
i shoot first so i’m never getting lost there
play the 2, got the badges like the cops wear
and f_ck the cops i ain’t playing if it’s not fair
i don’t mean to brag, i don’t wanna boast
i’m just sick and tired of b_tches tryna do the most
tryna get me out the house i’m always on my phone
someone called me up i guess i’m that’s my cue to go and so…
[hook]
i’m in the tesla whip at night to see bright lights
i hit it forward i don’t ever need to side swipe
b_tches know to push your b_ttons like type write
i’m like freddie beefing doja from the byke byke
told ‘em i’ll be fine, i’ll be there in
nothing ‘bout the traffic ’bout to tell me how to drive
i don’t see the signs, in and outta line
sick of everybody and they mother tryna jive when they talking to me

[verse 2]
speeding out the lot to get away
pedal straight gas, tryna duck praise
when you tryna drop next, what you got made?
know that if i’m going gotta look both ways
i don’t like feeling that they giving off
all the old waves that you living off
can put trust in you, mothaf_ckas soft
treat ‘em like my fl!ckers i just flip ‘em off
checking in my blind spots, ’bout to switch lanes
going from the underground to first class fame
not too fast, know you can’t skip
turn too sharp and your fender get clipped
i don’t need to worry where n0body goes
they’ll find me if they follow where the money flows
ig b_tches tummy tucking, tummy rolls
will probably let you hit is what my study shows
[hook]
i’m in the tesla whip at night to see bright lights
i hit it forward i don’t ever need to side swipe
b_tches know to push your b_ttons like type write
i’m like freddie beefing doja from the byke byke
told ‘em i’ll be fine, i’ll be there in
nothing ‘bout the traffic ’bout to tell me how to drive
i don’t see the signs, in and outta line
sick of everybody and they mother tryna jive when they talking to me

[outro]
bobby koga symbol of the times, imma get it right, bridging the divide
no one tryna hear you what you saying on your side
loose change looking like you tryna drop a dime
some of you really washed
told you gotta stop
leaders of the block
i’ll be lonely at the top, or some other sh_t…

- son rob

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