RiFF RAFF - Test Drive lyrics

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF] It’s the tan Peter Pan, pecan sedan bu*terscotch boss, bu*terscotch Vans Watch me spend them grands, watch me run up them bands Bright wristlet, left blank disc Reveal what she missed, pour a six in my Sunkist Now watch me pa** the time, Rolex with lemon-lime Lemon pepper, lemon garlic table salt Drop the top smoking Lamborghini leg lock I made a hundred grand today, and it wasn’t even payday Salmon serpent soup, now I’m Babe Ruth I used to hoop, with crushed j**els on my tooth [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] It feels good riding ’round like it’s a test drive It feels good rolling up the weed to get high It feels good hanging out with the gang all night It feels good knowing that everything’s all right It feels good, good, good It feels good, good, good It feels good, good, good It feels good, good, good [Verse 2: RiFF RAFF] On Versace walkie-talkies, in the Oval Office Dust my shoes off like Dustin Hoffman Jumped off the Buick like Bon Jovi Codeine in my coffee, keep these haters off me Them grands I spend often, higher than a flying saucer Look who it is, the bu*terscotch Herschel Walker When it rained on Biscayne, codeine tears on window pane 40 days 40 nights, wall clean, Oreo cream soda Syrup in my soda keeps the chip off my shoulder Every year I get older, my wrist get colder My chain keeps changing weather, it’s bipolar JODY HiGHROLLER [Hook: Wiz Khalifa] It feels good riding ’round like it’s a test drive It feels good rolling up the weed to get high It feels good hanging out with the gang all night It feels good knowing that everything’s all right It feels good, good, good It feels good, good, good It feels good, good, good It feels good, good, good