[Intro]
(2sided goin' crazy)

[Chorus]
[?]
Yeah, the Tesla, it just know how to park (Hunnid baguettes, huh, come on, come on, hah)
Yeah, the Tesla really know how to park (I got the—, I got the—, racks, racks) (Hah)
Yeah, the Tesla really just know how to park (Hey, hey) (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got a lot on my mind (Hey, hey, hey, ah) (I got a lot on my mind)
Yeah, just ride 'round the city
Yeah, got Chrome Hearts at Saks (Oh-yeah)
I got a boner, let's sex (Fuck)
I got a tone and they deaf
Hey, with the beat, I'mma chef
These 'Miri jeans, not no Guess, uh
I was fuckin' that bitch off the tesler
I ain't rockin' that Rick, ain't need pressure
[?] gesture
I don't wanna go talk, not no lecture
With them bitches you gay, double texter
I don't give a fuck if it's pressure, nah (Let's go)

[Verse]
Come on (Come on), Bentley coupe sick, yeah, this bitch got the flu
These is VVS diamonds on me, yeah, these bitch got me cool (Cool)
Yeah, and this bitch givin' brain like she work at a teacher, at school (Like a tutor at school)
Yeah, when we dance on these hunnids, [?] ('Kay)
Yeah, [?] not no fluke
This bitch eatin' me like a fruit
Matter fact, she play dick like a flute
Where I'm movin', I'm callin' my troops
All that cap, you ain't gettin' yo' views
No, I don't care 'bout you, but I'll buy some gas from you
This not a regular car, yes, you already knew when it park
Boy, them .308 take him apart, [?]
Yeah, oh-yeah, all my diamonds, yeah, they shine in the dark (Dark)
I could OD on all of these drugs, and I would just go hit restart
I don't care 'bout this shit, [?] go back and play yo' part
Homme Plus jeans on me, yeah, they ain't even know they expensive
You better stay in yo' lane, kid, they boutta teach you a lesson
You better not mistake for a lame, kid, or you finna meet Smith and Wesson
[Chorus]
[?]
Yeah, the Tesla, it just know how to park (Hunnid baguettes, huh, come on, come on, hah)
Yeah, the Tesla really know how to park (I got the—, I got the—, racks, racks) (Hah)
Yeah, the Tesla really just know how to park (Hey, hey) (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I got a lot on my mind (Hey, hey, hey, ah) (I got a lot on my mind)
Yeah, just ride 'round the city
Yeah, got Chrome Hearts at Saks (Oh-yeah)
I got a boner, let's sex (Fuck)
I got a tone and they deaf
Hey, with the beat, I'mma chef
These 'Miri jeans, not no Guess, uh
I was fuckin' that bih off the tester
I ain't rockin' that Rick, ain't need pressure
[?] gesture
I don't wanna go talk, not no lecture
With them bitches you [?], double tester
I don't give a fuck if it's pressure, nah (Let's go)

[Outro]
Yeah, the Tesla, it just know how to park