Detroit L-O - Sharp Corners, Long Car

{Hook}

Drive slow, sharp corners, long car
Drive slow, sharp corners, long car
Drive slow, sharp corners, long car
Drive slow, sharp corners, long car
{repeat}

{Verse}

Wide turns, sharp corners, long car
Big dreams, on my own, lone star
You can hate, Imma keep, going hard
Include my family, stop there, you've gon' far
Cake cutter, call me Edward Scissorhands
Complete missions, make em' do the running man
Catch me whipping, cookin with the lyric hand
Making garbage the only time that you pitching in
Catch them out in traffic and you see they just actng
Cuz they in between roles dawg, like they fucking a fat bitch
The Caddy? I drive it, the planе? I caught it
Yo girl? I'm off it, cuz she's a lost bitch
I can't deal with it, just be rеal with it
The cards? He deal em', so just play with it
You niggas be in a world full of trouble
In the streets, just to say you hard once yo ass bubble
Can't even enjoy the fortune, cuz you can't make that transition
This ain't nothing but valid ass game that I be dishing
I buss a right, that back right tire jump the curb
But it's cool, cuz my smooth whip game is superb
The older cats pump they fist for this Caddy
Cuz they father use to roll like this, a straight up Mack Daddy
I'm feeling like Goldie, I'm feeling like Priest
Just minus the bitches, and minus the streets
A regular nigga, but my life is extraordinary
Pockets do contain high notes only Mariah Carry
I stretch her pussy like my engineer can stretch a beat
Firmly on my feet, real niggas never miss a beat

{Hook}

Drive slow, sharp corners, long car
Drive slow, sharp corners, long car
Drive slow, sharp corners, long car
Drive slow, sharp corners, long car
{repeat}