Street Wiz - In My Trans-Am lyrics

rate me

Get high on my days man, yeah

[Hook]

My top off while I’m getting cheese

It’s swag shit, no wonder why these bitches in my jeans

I’m just blowing on the grind, blow it, put it in the breeze

I’m smashin, as in my trans-am you know what it is

High fashion, that be the ladies ...sleeves

They say I’m meant for louie stores and stripes all on my team

It’s established, these bitches say they see us in they dreams

Just imagine, she say she was comin and this nigga she the baddest

Think I ever had on side of me that I been tagging

I said that you can’t get enough of me, she went to laughing

Put it down, she know I put it down it ain’t no practice

Pussy just be coming nothing else when I’m in backin

Guess that’s why she said that I’ma come when I’m in action

She say that I seem to give her all that satisfaction

On my grind, you know I’m on my grind it ain’t no lackin

Look I’m a pimp or better yet a mac like I’m just swagging

[Hook] x 2

My top off while I’m getting cheese

It’s swag shit, no wonder why these bitches in my jeans

I’m just blowing on the grind, blow it, put it in the breeze

I’m smashin, as in my trans-am you know what it is

I switch it up and then ditch shit out, I’m talking rap shit

In the cut, located in the salt, I’m on my trap shift

Rubber bands, I’m out of duffle bags so you just stackin

Smokin out till I’m in wonderland, it’s just a habit

I’m in my jet, you know I’m from the set

We gots to have it

Smokin frutty, we roll up a dub that’s on the average

Poppin tags, we just clockin fast on that mike shit

All around the world, and bring it back, that’s on my flight tip

Steady runnin I’m just steady hustlin on my back flip

When I get it drop my people holdin ain’t no textin

Cause it ain’t nothing but the money

And if you ain’t getting it, then ain’t a damn thang funny

I got cousins in the slammer, know that they depending on me

Put the weight behind my back and when I’m blazin get to huntin

I’m just comin for the prey, you know my niggas we be hungry

Got a lot upon my plate, so I stay focused on the hundreds

[Hook] x 2

My top off while I’m getting cheese

It’s swag shit, no wonder why these bitches in my jeans

I’m just blowing on the grind, blow it, put it in the breeze

I’m smashin, as in my trans-am you know what it is.