TESTDRIVE! Lyrics

Uh, this kinda vibey

I'ma follow your lead, alright?

Go

Bro

You 24, time for jazz

Dirty bird

In my jag

I jabbawock on da beat, all white da mask

Da check never bounce, got da Big Freedia bag

I cop a six with the pack

And I ain't talkin bud or bud light

No I ain't a thug or thug type

I'm the typuh bruv, with one mic to spit a verse, change ya whole life

Niggas from the burbs, but thug life

Get with the program, bro

Switch up the style, like slow dance & show yo hands

Before I bubble wrap you niggas like zoltan, bro

We get the green like Los Santos

It's either y'all

Or nosotros

I'm energized up, I keep flowing

You all bark, my teeth showing, y'all sleep on it

Keep going, keep going, keep going

Label on my dick, so they deepthroatin'

Head nigga in charge, I veto'd it

Go toe to toe one of the bros, ya fam going tebowing

You in the middle, no stake

Bro, you Teeboning

My fam on the move like I repo'd it

Construct the story of my life and I retold it

I ain't a kid bro, i'm negro'ing

You hate yourself like Candace Owens

Every time I wanted to quit, bruh, I see omens

Proud of me

I know my Father, Brother, Sister, Mother proud of me

I'm a firestarter, nigga I'm a prodigy

Hold on wait a minute, Curt

Let it breathe!

Hardest shit that you done heard from Jersey so far

I'm so far from the, so called, new rappers that y'all go for

I been bangin pots and pans together since like '04

Too many cooks so keep dat out my kitchen, I don't know ya

Ain't staying in the underground, my brodie, I'ma go far

And I know my shit is tight like breathing sulfur

Ill and I know it, these bars that you hearing, I wrote em on my sofa

Carrying the coast, I had to bulk up

Shawty treat me like calisthenics the way she tell my ass to pull up

Bar on deck, whoever at the top,

I'm shooting through you 'til we neck and neck

Or God, herself decides who gets removed

No more protect your neck, I'm at your fuckin' head

I'm tryna prove that between you & Reg,

This jersey nigga's clearing and he's smooth

Ain't ducking smoke, this invitation out to any one of yous

I urinate on shitty MC's 'til the fire get removed

You ghost of Christmas past, I'm Ebeneezer Scrooge in the Sahara Desert

Dappin' up Lucifer at a fuckin' barbecue (That's hot nigga damn)

Swear that y'all got the worst style

I'm hardcore, s'why I eat my pussy to Turnstile

Turn 'round, spin it back to spit at ya profile

First impression how did I do now?

God told me to let my confidence through to my spirit

Give my ego a TESTDRIVE' let's hear it

I'm the top nigga, so it appears

You ain't in the field, you shout from the bleachers

Motherfucker you

Uh

I said uh

Word up

And I'm coming for your spot, nigga like it or not

908

Jersey

And stop putting 'NY slash NJ' on the top of your bios of your instagram's and shit

That shit weak

You niggas from Jersey, fuck outta here

I saw you at the Dairy Queen down the fucking street on Morris Avenue, nigga

How the fuck you from New York?

Lame