Rev Up Your Playlist: Top Songs About Cars and Driving

[Verse] Silent scream echoes nowhere breaking Empty hallway cries fears taking Stolen heartbeat no chance for waking Shadows linger broken heart aching [Verse 2] Future gone in a flash like lightning Cold steel grip was never inviting Whispers haunt a soul that's fighting Life in void internal night blighting [Chorus] What if what now just a faded lie Sifting through what I’ll never deny Guilt ridden echoes silent goodbye Tears this grief from my soul alright [Verse 3] Womb of sorrow a decision we fake Crimson scars a burden to partake Questions linger regrets to forsake Hope abandoned futures we break [Verse 4] Ghosts of what might have been linger Blood of choices dripping from finger Permeate through a heart that’s tinker Lifeless song cold cries from a singer [Bridge] Empty cradle dreams all shatter and fall Lost in hallways pacing blank wall Echoes loud in mind’s narrow crawl Silent scream no one to install

[Verse] Yo, gather round the block, it's time to celebrate, It's Esther's birthday, so you better be straight, Businesswoman extraordinaire, she owning the rate, Pop the champagne, get ready to elate. [Verse] She got the hustle of a tycoon, money that inflate, Streets buzzing loud, like her moves ain't abate, Crown her the queen while the haters spectate, Stacking greenbacks, she ain't never late. [Chorus] Esther running the show, like she cash machine, From boardroom to block, yeah, she's the scene, Birthday vibes high, like we chasing a dream, Everyone toast up, for the boss and supreme. [Verse] Dressed in gold drip, shining like the midday, Got the squad on her side, no time to parley, Business suits slicker than a fresh parfait, Deals fast as cars, leaving dust in the way. [Verse] Laughing to the bank, while the haters complain, Birthday candles lit, fiery like propane, A toast to the queen, let the beat just sustain, Keep pushing boundaries, breaking every chain. [Chorus] Esther running the show, like she cash machine, From boardroom to block, yeah, she's the scene, Birthday vibes high, like we chasing a dream, Everyone toast up, for the boss and supreme.

Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on Big 4L, big steppers Big footprints, pussy Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay) Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) 21, 21, 21 Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (what?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy) All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy) Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (woah) Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah) Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap Say you want some, but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up) 17 breakin' down a P (on God) 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (straight up) Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up) No talkin', he get touched (straight up) I can't smoke my opps (on God) 'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy) He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy) Open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don't rush (21) Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God) I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on Big 4L, big steppers Big footprints, pussy Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay) Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) 21, 21, 21 Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (what?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy) All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy) Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (woah) Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah) Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap Say you want some, but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up) 17 breakin' down a P (on God) 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (straight up) Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up) No talkin', he get touched (straight up) I can't smoke my opps (on God) 'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy) He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy) Open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don't rush (21) Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God) I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

[Verse 1] I used to drag my boots through the mud, In a small town with a heart of flood. But I pulled myself out of the storm, With strength and love, I've been reborn. [Verse 2] The scars I wore, they're fading now, Each day a step beyond the plow. I'm dancing high beneath the sun, Past the hurt, and on the run. [Chorus] Better days are calling, can't you see? The past is gone, it's history. I've healed my wounds, I've moved along, Stronger now, I've found my song. [Verse 3] The nights were long, with tears I'd cry, But now I watch the stars go by. Their light reminds me I've survived, The future's bright, I'm feeling alive. [Verse 4] My heartbeats sure, my soul's on fire, Full throttle, climbing higher. I've let go of all that pain, Now love and peace, they're mine to gain. [Chorus] Better days are calling, can't you see? The past is gone, it's history. I've healed my wounds, I've moved along, Stronger now, I've found my song.

Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (what?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy) All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy) Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (woah) Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah) Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap Say you want some , but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up) 17 breakin' down a P (on God) 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (straight up) Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up) No talkin', he get touched (straight up) I can't smoke my opps (on God) 'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy) He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy) Open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don't rush (21) Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God) I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on Big 4L, big steppers Big footprints, pussy Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay) Okay, 21 21, 21, 21 Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (what?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy) All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy) Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (woah) Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah) Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap Say you want some , but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up) 17 breakin' down a P (on God) 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (straight up) Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up) No talkin', he get touched (straight up) I can't smoke my opps (on God) 'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy) He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy) Open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don't rush (21) Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God) I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on Big 4L, big steppers Big footprints, pussy Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay) Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) 21, 21, 21 Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (what?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy) All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy) Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (woah) Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah) Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap Say you want some , but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up) 17 breakin' down a P (on God) 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (straight up) Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up) No talkin', he get touched (straight up) I can't smoke my opps (on God) 'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy) He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy) Open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don't rush (21) Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God) I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Y'all niggas stop playin', nigga Y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on Big 4L, big steppers Big footprints, pussy Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy Pussy, pussy, okay, 21 Okay, 21, okay, 21 (okay) Okay, 21 (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) 21, 21, 21 Big 4L, I'm a member (yeah) Leave an opp cold, like December (what?) .45 on me, it's a Kimber (and what?) AK knockin' down trees, like timber Get your baby mama 'fore we bend her (21) Hit the windshield, not the fender (21) Givin' out smoke my agenda (21) Throw the white flag, they surrender (pussy) All black tux, I'm a businessman (pussy) Millionaire, still shakin' killers hand (woah) Take the plug off and the middle man (woah) Spray the whole block, I don't give a damn (woah) Fuck a nigga bitch, I'm a gentleman (21) 21, your bitch know I been the man (21) Playin' with the rock like I'm Jigga man Gotta look a nigga in the eyes when you kill a man Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap Say you want some , but the fire come with it Money on your head, nigga, we'll come get it New Kel-Tec put a hun-dun in it 'Partment so sweet, threw a honey bun in it Keep it in the street, I ain't doin' no squealin' I don't never put women in my business Full-time rapper, I ain't doin' no drillin' Woah, woah, I can make a M in my sleep (straight up) 17 breakin' down a P (on God) 18 start sellin' hard with Lil B Hundred dollar three-five, a whip from D Ridin' down Glenwood, tank on E All about the money, I ain't never smoke weed Cool young nigga, still take yo' cheese (pussy) Not mine, this bitch for us (21) The gang is what I trust (straight up) Don't argue, we don't fuss (straight up) No talkin', he get touched (straight up) I can't smoke my opps (on God) 'Cause all my opps is dust (pussy) He think he the battery, we call him Elon Musk (pussy) Open your mouth when I bust (21) Suck me up slow, don't rush (21) Havin' threesomes is a must (Straight up) Hit it from the back and she cussed (on God) I put his bitch in the Benz (21) She used to ride on the bus (damn) I walk around with them thigh pads (21) But I ain't got no yard rushed Glock in my lap, everywhere I'm strapped Most these rappers cap, I ain't givin' dap Glenwood to the flat, used to rob and trap Money tall, Shaq, choppa bullets, splat Chuck E. Cheese, rat, we get rodents whacked Way too many steppers, I can't hold 'em back Body full of scars, face full of tats You pray on your knees, I pray to my strap

Let's go Ayy, turn me up, Big Zo We finna step up, yeah (Mmh, that Lil Top) Lil Top, Lil Top, yeah I'm really Top, really, I'm really Top, yeah I'm really Top, hey, I'm really Top, yeah I don't want that top, yeah, it's on, lil' nigga I cut off my day ones for the win (win) I just pulled up in that black Maybach, you can't see in (skrrt) Up, got plenty racks, I keep a strap with one cocked in Not even close with family, why the fuck would I want friends? (Tell me that, lil' nigga) Let's go Fuck the ones who talkin', bitch, I'm lit, alright (alright) A million dollars worth of cars, no lease, no rent I'm only twenty, nobody tell me shit, I'm slime (I'm slime) Bitch cross the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, look Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah Just send my million through an invoice (let's go, let's go) I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' (can't keep a ho), let's go Lost my brothers, I ain't friendly, nigga (friendly, nigga) I spent two-fifty on my Bentley (oh) Straight out the mud, we from the trenches, nigga The realest ones had the hardest way of livin' (talk to 'em) But who want smoke? I drop them bags, I'm quick to send it, pussy nigga Whip out with Glocks out from our Hellcats and some Benjis, broke ass nigga Fuck their opinion, it don't help out how I'm livin' (yeah) Let's fight with millions, fuck whoever think I'm trippin', and yeah I pull up black, and I see trouble, cock one in it, yeah (I cock one in it) I'm full of Xanax, all my brothers rollin' with me, yeah (they rollin' with me) I'm up and focused, probably blow if you come near me playin' Got all my pockets filled with hundreds, doin' the murder man (let's go) The biggest boss, ride through the North, I keep my gun in hand (gun in hand) I don't wanna talk, I let it off while all these diamonds dance R.I.P. Dump, everyday dump a hundred some rounds on them Came from the bottom, they don't even know, this money got 'em starin' (let's go) , yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah Just send my million through an invoice (in through an invoice) I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' One, two, three million, I bet it, placed a bet, I set it It's way too hot, clear out the block, spin on your shit and wet it Do it and stop, Prada'd up, bitch, we flexin' while we steppin' I don't want to talk about that shit, this money my confession I say this new Bentley a go-kart, drive this bitch like Herbie I just threw one of them thangs back, I came through, I was swervin' Get out of line, we smush your brains back, that murder shit be urgent 4KTrey, we put this bitch straight to your face, you think I'm worried (yeah) Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now Mmh, th