PT Cruiser

Cooler, wish I never knew ya We were in the back seat of your momma PT Cruiser, yeah Hallelujah, wish I never knew ya (never) We were in the back seat of your momma PT-PT-PT Summertime's the vibe (to where?) On a transit line (to where?) You cannot deny (to where?) I sense a vibe (to where?) Rambo, taste so goody, no Campbell, uh Pull up with a hoodie and sandals, uh Shorty paint a picture, no Van Gogh, uh Heard you were the one, no lie, mm (mm) You need your boy (need your boy), that's my queen (that's my) You bring me joy Niggas goin' crazy in the group chat, uh (group chat) Shorty threw one, so I shoot back, uh (shoot back) Now niggas askin' where the loop at, uh (loop at) Feel like Coltrane with the new sax, uh (new sax) Used to chill in your momma PT, uh (PT) Then y'all niggas moved out to D.C, uh (D.C) Shorty went to Howard, getting Geechee, uh Chillin' in the county, no PG, uh But we kept it real low-key 'Cause your friends is real nosy Bubble goose and we cozy Talkin' 'bout in like '03 Beef and broccoli, no cold feet Bumping Jill, and we Goldie I was soup 'cause she chose me Used to live up on Mosley Goin' down memory lane All it really did was remember the pain Shorty switched up, and that shit got strange She really did change, she really did change, bro If you walk the way, but talk that game Yeah, yeah (taught that), yeah, yeah, oh Cooler, wish I never knew ya We were in the back seat of your momma PT Cruiser, yeah Hallelujah, wish I never knew ya (never) We were in the back seat of your momma PT-PT-PT Summertime's the vibe to wear On a transit line, to where? You cannot deny to wear I sense a vibe to wear '03, when you ain't know me, but you still show me love Drove me out to the boonies, felt like Goonies Can't never say I'd never fuck I just chill and rap to the beat Let them other bitches chase the meat I don't know the taste of defeat Find my way, find my way I can say you're my favorite among my hos, that's why I stay Even when you price up, oh, wait, I'm not going to shoot the fade New bitch wanna see me, we could box She just wanna be me, that's a fact Driving home, I think of you a lot I just want my old nigga back It's not a shame for us Livin' so dangerous Like pushing angel dust Every time we make love Let me get that bomb dick back Let me get that true love back Let me get that, mm-mm, I need your love Cooler, wish I never knew ya We were in the back seat of your momma PT Cruiser, yeah Hallelujah, wish I never knew ya (never) We were in the back seat of your momma PT-PT-PT Summertime's the vibe (to where?) On a transit line (to where?) You cannot deny (to where?) I sense a vibe (to where?)