Lightning Mqueen

they wanna fly south, they scared to fall, im floating,

they aint flew the coupe

yall get low, the windows and walls get shot out, aint no trouble to shoot

yall daydream, while i scheme

you could stay up, while i Lean

life in the fast lane, James Dean

never in the middle like Ilene

Zico said boy a cool ass bitch

he a meme, he aint mean

I aint with that shit, im the grinch

light him up, and she McQueen

that not my girl, Billy Jean

im higher than my self esteem

turn em to ghost, bust em witta machine

boutta call yo number wit this magazine

 

 

my bitch bad, boutta fold her back

no jack black, but im in love with them peaches

 

1 day im be ballin out like Gilbert

all in them arenas

 

my homie was a big timer, he stayed with them bald heads and them Birds

man

yall like birds on a wire, when you cant stand it, you get to chirpin