[Intro]
Watch this, watch this
(DJ Ill Will)
If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit
[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
I tell my niggas anything is possible, impossible is nothing
I mean look at the dough we getting, I mean look at these hoes we fucking
I know this shit can get better
Workin' hard, tryna pull myself together
And tell the world that I'm ready for whatever
Finna hit the jackpot, I got my hand on the lever
Going down, gotta let that bitch boom
New condo, walk in, six rooms
Feelin' good, but that shit got a sick view
A nigga on track, I should probably get a pit crew
You don't think I'm Uno, skip you
You ain't got it like me 'cause your bitch do
Talking shit about me to her, that's a bitch move
That's another thing a real nigga getting through, gone
[Interlude]
Um, well, it's a DeLorean, right?
Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered
Roll tape
Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, uh, are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?
Into the future
[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
I just hope it all ends well
The swag stories my friends tell
This train wreck that we inhale
Got me feelin' unstoppable like Denzel
Ante up, make a killing, get Warbucks
More gold, more hoes, got more trucks
Huh, throw the De Lorean doors up
Pretty chick watching me hop out
You're fucked!
Man, these wild girls love chill
Like these fake niggas love real
But hate it at the very same time
They say ain't fucking with it, so they trippin' online
Shit, I could be out of my mind, but its lookin real smooth
These nigga pay for pussy, I'm just tryna pay dues
I don't ever make excuses, homie, I just make moves, yeah
[Interlude]
Yes
I had a revelation, a vision, a picture in my head, a picture of this
This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great
[Outro]
You are now driving eighty-eight, oh, oh, oh
You are now driving eighty-eight, oh, oh, oh
You are now driving eighty-eight, oh, oh, oh
You are now driving eighty-eight, oh, oh, oh