Ben Devlin - F.O.R.D. lyrics

[Intro] Hopped up out the bed, turned my swag on Took a look in the mirror say wa**up? Yeah, I'm getting money [Verse 1] Stepped off AC Transit, said f** you to the driver I'm boutta start a tour, put some rubbers on my rider Big nose, big dick though, and no I'm not a liar I leave you like some old kicks thrown up on a wire My clothes ain't sh**, only the d** I sell designer I'm crusin' in the mountains bumping Big Tymers Cruisin' off to Cali, driving over ice and sh** To push weight in the valley, damn I can barely drive this sh** [Hook] Found on road dead Breaking news, the greatest rapper, found on road dead Breaking news, a tragedy, found on road dead Keep the work in the back of my Taurus, of chorus [Bridge] And I don't pop molly I smoke Rob Ford And I don't pop molly I smoke Rob Ford And I don't pop molly I smoke Rob Ford I can't afford to snort my sh** cause I'm poor And I don't pop molly I smoke Rob Ford And I don't pop molly I smoke Rob Ford And I don't pop molly I smoke Rob Ford Rap game f**ed up, boy, f** you think I do crack for? [Verse 2] My b**h is a stallion, she tells me that I'm gorgeous From the city where white people driving Porsches I leave the bricks behind the bodies in my fortress And when they start to smell I dump 'em in the forest I'm doped up in a national park Lighting up that blue dragon with a magical spark Say I rap for losers, fine, but that sh**'s a art I provide the perfect balance of sad sh** and snark I'm tryna live fat like gluteus maximus An all white mansion with a pool in the back of it Pa** me your demo tape, dude, I'mma crack the disk You might rap better but ain't truly as pa**ionate [Hook]