Red Impalas Lyrics

I've been driving red impalas

Nigga put me on

I've been stressing for these dollars

I take care of mine

I can't be like my father

Glock in his waist

Cops pull me I'm a goner

She a broke bitch

Now she do what he taught her

If we go to war

Get a pilot ima bomb em

She a freak hoe

Trying touch on my Johnson

She got hella curls

But look pretty in her bonnet

I can't understand

I've been trying for my daughter

I've been making plays

Bet I coach, coach carter

You deserve a man

With the quality of loyal

I grew up with nothing

Now my family getting spoiled

She like new money

I like old blue faces

She gon dance on me

Play with guns she a gangsta

She gon do it all

And she loving my cadence

I created morals

I can't go, ima face shit

Ayy Ayy

I've been driving red impalas

Nigga put me on

I've been stressing for these dollars

I take care of mine

I can't be like my father

Glock in his waist

Cops pull me I'm a goner

She a broke bitch

Now she do what he taught her

If we go to war

Get a pilot ima bomb em

She a freak hoe

Trying touch on my Johnson

She got hella curls

But look pretty in her bonnet

Everytime I wake up

She worried bout her makeup

Leeching off of me

Over bro I won't save her

Man this bitch a hoe

In your eyes she was faithful

Drinking too much

And the drugs be a chaser

I've been at the point

If I want it ima buy it

I've been at the point

Where I'm in need of diamonds

All I see is hills

And they say I can't climb em

He be in the grave

I hear niggas still dying

Ima do better

For the kid I'll be raising

They won't ever know

How I've been feeling lately

Everything I am

I give credit to granny

I lost some people

That be wanting to blam me

Stabbed in my back

Now they lost without me

I've been in the dark

Call on angels surround me

They wanna kill me

They placing a bounty

Now they don't need me

Go do it without me

I've been driving red impalas

Nigga put me on

I've been stressing for these dollars

I take care of mine

I can't be like my father

Glock in his waist

Cops pull me I'm a goner

She a broke bitch

Now she do what he taught her

If we go to war

Get a pilot ima bomb em

She a freak hoe

Trying touch on my Johnson

She got hella curls

But look pretty in her bonnet