Punto. by Ahmed, With Love.

Hop in the whip, I'm like hey.
In the Fiat Punto, call her
The baby
Doing donuts every day.
(Skrrrrrrrrrr)
Burning rubber, we gone end up
With Hades.
Tryna pull a couple ladies
Little bit pisssed the mother
Wont lend me the Mercedes
Pockets as flat as F-
Minor in fact I got
85 cents in there, maybe
Still got a score, rolling slim
Keep it shady
Flick of Hazy
(... oh wow)
Siochana kinda fazed me
A/C
Got the car fresh as a daisy
Basically
Shaking the gaff cuz the bass be
Crazy
Wavy
(...so loud)
Can Only imagine what they see
Race me?
Nah, Nigga chase me
We got
Class tunes
Gas fumes
We zooming
Pass yous
In that 1.2
Nerf guns
Ready, gun-point view
I dont give a
Fuck, boi I'm gone shoot
But a motive needed
We've been speedinga
Zooted now I want my food
...I dont wanna be rude but
...It's a fucking mood
So buckle up bitch
Knuckle dusters
In the glove compartment
Cuz When niggas hungry
Niggas gone be
Fully ready to start shit
When the starship hit turbo
We go swervo
(Watch the curb, doe)
A w/L, dont miss the team
When we hit the drive thru Krispy Kreme

Swerve...
Yasss... bitch...
Swerve...
Gang...squad...
Skrr skrr...
Yasss...queen...
Ayyy...
Tea... sis...
Yah....
(Real talk tho I keep- I keep putting... putting aside that fact that I need to get my learner's permit sorted. I lost that shit in Berlin like 2 years ago)

Fuck your fears
Check yours mirrors
In the Punto
Switching gears...
Ain't no checking rears.
In Punto zipping.
Fuck your fears
Check yours mirrors
In the Punto
Switching gears...

Hop in the whip I'm like whoa
25 quid for a dozen
Of donuts
Ya'll niggas doing the most, see
See, niggas is already glazed
And the stank from the blaze
We erased, we perfumed the upholstery
Couple friendos we
Chilling, real toasty
Warm from the heat and the
Seat feeling cozy
Living life like a
Young nigga s'posed to be
Here look, I gotta admit
I was out for a bit
I was tryna get groceries.
I was popping the bags in the car
And they caught me off guard
When the homies approached me
Talking bout hey man let's go on a bender
Ain't got no suspenders so
Shit gone get loose goosey
(and I do a whole bunch of dumb shit right here)
...Crack a smile
Let the pleasure flex and
While we're near it
We hit up the leisureplex it's
Bring you beer so
Who's tryna put tenner best
On boozey bowling
You gone need a paramedic
Dont tell Dustin
Cuz turkeys gone get abused and
We ain't pros so
The gutter guards getting used I
Hit a pin drop
My bowling shoes kinda bruised
Hope they
Dont ask me the buy the dudes
I'm in blach right now
Dude I live near the beacon
I got college 9 in the
Morn it ain't even weekend
...Getting snoozey,
Boys, I'm falling asleep n
I'm definitely out the zone
Just take the key up off and
Drop me home
Please
(Fuck. I dont- dunno why I do this. I dont- I- I- I think I pissed myself a lil bit I don't- I don't- I don't care. Just- Just- Just drop me home. Just- Fuckin- Wha- Why are you looking at me, nigga? Just turn- Go!)

Fuck your fears
Check yours mirrors
In the Punto
Switching gears...
In the Punto zipping
Fuck your fears
Check yours mirrors
In the Punto
Switching gears
(Ayyyyy... skrr skrr)

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