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OG Yacky - Ford Explorer Lyrics



OG Yacky - Ford Explorer Lyrics




I walk on the set lights camera action
If Tom on the beat call him Eric Clapton
Tryna talk on the fleet I swear to God I'll clap him
Yeah we come from an island but it isn't Staten
Shittin' in a brown bag and we left it on his doorstep
Bought his bitch a Michael Kors bag need to check your health
Swing the doors on the Ford Explorer but I want a Corvette
Tom back on the road and you know he boutta floor that

I done talked to the devil showed him my pentagram
You don't know bout real life only Instagram
Too many questions look like it's a history test
If your bitch come around imma skeet on her chest

Shot some BB bullets need a bulletproof vest
And I still got dogs that'll call and collect
From the homless shleter they was born and neglected
Off the jump they playing chess and not checkers

Yeah you won you want a ribbon
Turn your head to football
Stewie Griffin
6 feet 3 inches tall that's bout the size of Marge Simpson
Can't call me a simp i don't sip tea i don't sip Lipton
Ballin' hard like I'm Reggie Jackson not the Yankees guy but the Pistons

Got me buzzin' off like a butterfly you a butterscotch to me
Better sting right on time otherwise you are not a bumblebee
Ding dong ditch all the snitches they don't know its boutta be a trick or treat
Beat the case did the race stole a base so you can call me Ricky Weeks

I walk on the set lights camera action
If Tom on the beat call him Eric Clapton
Tryna talk on the fleet I swear to God I'll clap him
Yeah we come from an island but it isn't Staten
Shittin' in a brown bag and we left it on his doorstep
Bought his bitch a Michael Kors bag need to check your health
Swing the doors on the Ford Explorer but I want a Corvette
Tom back on the road and you know he boutta floor that

I feel like Dora the Explorer I walk with a backpack
Scraping the pan he get flipped like a flapjack
They gonna say the one takes is that bad rap
Hogtie him up yea my trunk got a hatchback
Hoppin' inside of his bedroom with black mask
He tried to skip town I caught him on the Amtrak
He gon' sink like a stock so I'm callin' him NASDAQ
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I walk on the set lights camera action
If Tom on the beat call him Eric Clapton
Tryna talk on the fleet I swear to God I'll clap him
Yeah we come from an island but it isn't Staten
Shittin' in a brown bag and we left it on his doorstep
Bought his bitch a Michael Kors bag need to check your health
Swing the doors on the Ford Explorer but I want a Corvette
Tom back on the road and you know he boutta floor that

I done talked to the devil showed him my pentagram
You don't know bout real life only Instagram
Too many questions look like it's a history test
If your bitch come around imma skeet on her chest

Shot some BB bullets need a bulletproof vest
And I still got dogs that'll call and collect
From the homless shleter they was born and neglected
Off the jump they playing chess and not checkers

Yeah you won you want a ribbon
Turn your head to football
Stewie Griffin
6 feet 3 inches tall that's bout the size of Marge Simpson
Can't call me a simp i don't sip tea i don't sip Lipton
Ballin' hard like I'm Reggie Jackson not the Yankees guy but the Pistons

Got me buzzin' off like a butterfly you a butterscotch to me
Better sting right on time otherwise you are not a bumblebee
Ding dong ditch all the snitches they don't know its boutta be a trick or treat
Beat the case did the race stole a base so you can call me Ricky Weeks

I walk on the set lights camera action
If Tom on the beat call him Eric Clapton
Tryna talk on the fleet I swear to God I'll clap him
Yeah we come from an island but it isn't Staten
Shittin' in a brown bag and we left it on his doorstep
Bought his bitch a Michael Kors bag need to check your health
Swing the doors on the Ford Explorer but I want a Corvette
Tom back on the road and you know he boutta floor that

I feel like Dora the Explorer I walk with a backpack
Scraping the pan he get flipped like a flapjack
They gonna say the one takes is that bad rap
Hogtie him up yea my trunk got a hatchback
Hoppin' inside of his bedroom with black mask
He tried to skip town I caught him on the Amtrak
He gon' sink like a stock so I'm callin' him NASDAQ
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Writer: Jack Frank
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Performed By: OG Yacky
Language: English
Length: 1:51
Written by: Jack Frank
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