Cars Lyrics 

Chorus :
V-Len on the track I be spittin’ bars
Haters wanna fly I send you to mars
Bitches wanna smash I give you the stars
Then you bitches wanna lie I give you the cars
8 figures cars that’s a big thot
That’s a big booty no rubber that’s a bit raw
Fuck the cops fuck the game all I do is talk
Might just turn the rapper game into a movie saw

Verse 1 :
I be drivin’ V12 with the crew that you threw
They insisted autotune fuck the tune in the room homie wanna hear the vroom
Workin’ 9 to 5 like I’m reachin’ for the moon with the broom this ain’t cartoon
Booty in the ceiling, I be Milly rockin’
Opposition gettin’ people killin’ 
Peace the dyin’ 
That’s why people started beggin’
On the street people gaggin’ 
For the rich they be flexing, yea huh

Chorus :
V-Len on the track I be spittin’ bars
Haters wanna fly I send you to mars
Bitches wanna smash I give you the stars
Then you bitches wanna lie I give you the cars
8 figures cars that’s a big thot
That’s a big booty no rubber that’s a bit raw
Fuck the cops fuck the game all I do is talk
Might just turn the rapper game into a movie saw

Verse 2 :
(Yea) on the beat with the lean that’s a bullshit
(Huh) what you mean, why so mean that’s a bullshit
(Ah) I admire her (ah) new obsession (ah)
Came out from the mud, she’s my daily passion
Fly high move low she lucid dreaming
Nice cleat, be sleat, I be light beaming
With the main, ignore the saint
Meditating with the name, yea
Ha peace out