Bins, Beamer & G-Wagons

Late-night lane, I roll quiet Chrome talk when I glide by it

G-wagon doors, that heavy sound

Bins on the dash,

I count it down

Beamer lanes, we switchin’ route

City move, but I don’t shout (uh)

I don’t chase, I just arrive

Tint so dark, I disappear

When the bass hit,

I feel alive

Hold my breath, the hook is near (ooh)

G-wagon glide, bins in my lap

Beamer behind me, still on the map

Ambient sky when the sub go black

I don’t talk much,

I let it slap (yeah) (oh-oh) (uh)

Bins too neat, I fold it flat

G-wagon stance, I like it matte

Beamer flash, then it’s gone

I keep pace ‘til the night is on (yeah)

Silence in the cabin,

just the gauge

Windows up, I’m off the page

If you blink, I changed the scene

Same three letters

on the screen (ahhhh)

G-wagon glide, bins in my lap

Beamer behind me, still on the map

Ambient sky when the sub go black

I don’t talk much,

I let it slap (yeah)

G-wagon…

bins…

Beamer… (ooh)