Don't listen to what they say
You can't take it slow
And when the Nightrider comes around
You gotta pick up the dough
I ride low with the setting sun
Mr. Dayes with the break of the drums
It's icy (cold)

Honey, Corvette, I be chasing you down
It's a wrap, so easily, so easily
High beam, on the dash, I be shaking you down
It's a wrap, so easily, so easily

I got a feeling that won't come down
Can't do it alone
I'll take you to the fat of the land
This is where we go
Top-down with the cruise control
Lights out with the radio on
It's crazy

Honey, Corvette, I be chasing you down
It's a wrap, so easily, so easily
High beam, on the dash, I be shaking you down
It's a wrap, so easily, so easily

Yeah, should have left the track and let it breath
Yeah, I needs a lot forgot to hit my knees
Yeah, Freddie Kane clocking overseas
Yeah, ice mind it's 4 degrees, but I'm over these

Yeah, trap shit, round you
Sit your bitch right on the ground shit
Niggas who rip diamonds and
Fake ass Rolies yo that's clown shit
Every whip I whip shit is German made or Italian
Super dope, my teachers smoke BD and Robert Townsend
And pounds in, these niggas window shoppers they browsin'
Put that on the DL, I put VVS in my medallion
They can't understand it, it's gangster shit from the pannin'
Drop a cannon, even when I was down and out
I was wildin' (I was wildin')
I just blessed the track so let it breath
Yeah, I needs a lot forgot to hit my knees
Freddie Kane clocking overseas
Rapper of the year, fuck the nominees

Honey, Corvette, I be chasing you down
It's a wrap, so easily, so easily
High beam, on the dash, I be shaking you down
It's a wrap, so easily, so easily

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sentric Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, James Miles, Jordan Rakei, Syed Adam Jaffrey, Thomas Abraham Misch, Thomas Manfred Driessler, Yussef Kwame Dayes