Ridin in a foreign it’s a fast sport Car imported need a passport Comin round the corner like a crash course They wonder what I’m driving so fast for Everything black on the dashboard Revving like I’m running from the task force Got the gold trim on a parked Porsche Even got black rims that’s a dark horse She wanna ride This shit ain’t rented Can’t see inside I just got it tinted Burnin the rubber My tire still spinning She want a lover that’s not how I’m living Bought her a Honda that’s never been driven Call 911 my roof goin missin Weavin in traffic they saying I’m trippin Call it biria the way that I’m dippin Tires still dripping I got it wrapped At night I go missin Everything matte Rap what I’m living I’m not wit the cap Engine go purr like it’s trynna nap I’m the transporter the way that I’m whippin Just got it lowered no way that I’m skippin Kickin up dust every gear that I’m shiftin Puttin to work all the horses and pistons Ridin in a foreign it’s a fast sport Car imported need a passport Comin round the corner like a crash course They wonder what I’m driving so fast for Everything black on the dashboard Revving like I’m running from the task force Got the gold trim on a parked Porsche Even got black rims that’s a dark horse