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?)