[Chorus: Ways]
Yeah, put that tesla in park
I'mma drive my car, like a fuckin golf cart
Runnin' up them bands yeah, pockets fat like Bart
Bitch I'm smokin' on that gas bruh, and it smell like fart
Talkin' shit'll go down, we pull up it's war
Your bitch pull up to my crib, she said she want tour
Smokin' on that gas pack, my bro pour a four
I been ballin' like I'm curry, I been on dat court
Yeah, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Ways]
I don't want that hoe, I don't want that bitch
I'mma fuck this hoe, pass her to the clique
I'mma get that guap, I'mma get that shit
I'm fuckin' ya muhfuckin' hoe, she wanna ride on the dick

[Verse: Zootzie]
Smoke my gas you gon' K.O., Ryan Garcia
We swerve in shit you ain't try, boy you can't keep up
I flex these bands up in your face, you can't believe now
The bitches seeing all these n***as tryna be us
Keep extended clips
Cause I stay in Chiraq, so I need that fy' man
You peepin' on the goat man, I passed the eye test
Used to not have shit, now I swerve in the fastest whip
[Chorus: Ways]
Put that tesla in park
I'mma drive my car, like a fuckin golf cart
Runnin' up them bands yuh, pockets fat like Bart
Bitch I'm smokin' on that gas bruh, and it smell like fart
Talkin' shit'll go down, we pull up it's war
Yo bitch pull up to my crib, she said she want tour

[Outro: Ways]
Yeah, put that tesla in park