Testo Dream Machines

Alright, yup, yup
Keep the E in it, Chevys on switches
Smokin' weed in it
Uh, ha (La música de Harry Fraud)
Yeah

This bitch got fins like the Batmobile, for real
I'm from the field where you might get tackled by the steel But yet and still, we still here because we strong-willed
Waitin' for us to fall off, you can go and chill, that's so trill
Calypso green on that SL5, that's not teal
They only made thirty of 'em, and we smoked out in one
Rare affair, it wasn't live if I wasn't there
And I been stayin' inside, so it's bitches in despair
Tender loving care, she ain't want a square
Felt that a Jet'll suit her best
Gold and diamonds 'round her neck
So many bad ones on deck, could pretty much press random select
But still come with somethin' vicious that the streets ain't never seen yet
Andretti on a run, he ain't losin' steam yet
Still ain't purchased all my dream machines yet

Talk to me nice, bitch That's what I tell the ho
I tell the ho talk to me nice
Nicely, ya dig? Check

I'm in this old-school peanut-butter Lex Luther
Dodgin' state troopers, me and my niggas stay ruthless
I look up at the stars from this drop-top
You niggas wish you was this good, but you're not, you're mediocre
We don't feel you
And me personally, I think you're tryin' too hard, nigga, this might kill you
I say that gracefully
You'll take yourself up out the game, I'm waitin' patiently
All my bitches cooks, I tell 'em save a plate for me
This platinum gold fresh out the box, so save a date for me
These niggas hatin'
But let me get back to my cars
Let me talk about this chrome while I engineer these bars
Let me talk about these gold Zeniths I just copped the other day
I'm out here shittin', look the other way
I gotta do the niggas dirty
I gotta make these niggas pay for all they sins towards the god
You niggas not worthy

For real
Shout out my nigga Jay Worthy, though, you know what I'm sayin'?
Real PP, ya dig?