Cars, Bittch Lyrics

Yo how you do that

Yeah

I'm feelin like I'm being hunted

Momma think I'm smoking told her open up my lungs yea

Catch me in the shower getting busy and it's 1:10

In these weird relationships like music is my wife and social media's her husband

Feelin like a cuck

I'm a little rusty

Writing shit that's mid as fuck but that's just what they want yea

God told me

Rod told me if you make a fuss make it art

Don't argue with the Jetz

Lil itchy on my neck

Cause I know I'm still on read

Petty rap world

Pretty math girl

Taught me music is the drug that keeps you stable in your bunk bed

Wonder where my fucks went

8th grade waiting 'till I'm 70 at peace and never upset

I'll wonder how the pain felt

17 And praying that a god'll let my shame melt

17 Inside a school and waiting till my fames held

M-A-N-S-I-O-N is how I like my name spelled

My life been a mess but you like Cyprus so you can't tell

Whole days shitty 'till I pass the sound of eight bells

I ain't even playin when I say I turned her straight

For real she said until she met me she thought she was gay

B-O-N-E-R-I-P

A million is hard to me

If I could tell myself in sixth grade that I got women in the car with me

Then he'd be on his cocky shit

I'd still be an artist

And I'd still be in traffic dodging semis and them cars, bitch