Route 66 - Jack Harlow, Est Gee

Bitch, I’m from Kentucky

But this ain’t no fucking Dixie Chicks

This is not Route 66

She step out, take like fifty flicks

I’m way too selective with the folks

That I get mixy with

She said that’s a lie, boy

You a thot, thot, thot

Just left out the city

It was hot, hot, hot

Think they fucking with me

But they not, not, not

I just cannot stop

I’m 'bout to buy my bro a drop

She came to kick it with her friends

They taking shots, shots, shots

I’m a hot shot (Aye)

Met her at the club and I took her to the casa

Get bread nonstop

Know my name ring a bell like Raja

From the city like Rondo, Rajon

But I’m from the white side like Hassan

Way too fly, but I’m not trying

Had y’all’s fun, but it’s my time

Chain go bling, I ain’t talking 'bout hotline

Young and I got time

But I finally got one, it’s about time

Make the whole city shine every time that I shine

Let me know now if you not down

'Cause you left and you not 'round

Need a Julep and a hot brown

Go ahead, let that top down

Bitch, I’m from Kentucky

But this ain’t no fucking Dixie Chicks

This is not Route 66

She step out, take like fifty flicks

I’m way too selective with the folks

That I get mixy with

She said that’s a lie, boy

You a thot, thot, thot

Just left out the city

It was hot, hot, hot

Think they fucking with me

But they not, not, not

I just cannot stop

I’m 'bout to buy my bro a drop

She came to kick it with her friends

They taking shots, shots, shots

White gold over my Chrome Hearts

Ten bands sloppy, I ain’t got no card

I don’t feel nothing for the most part

Fat boy drive this bitch like a go-kart

Slide through the opp blocks

Shooting out blow darts

I been rich before I signed

Shirt cost five, wear it one time

She don’t slurp, get out my ride

Run my city, you can ask my opps

Love my thots with mouths like mops

Shirt off, chains on in a drop

I spent twenty G’s for a clock

Put a Bentley GT in my mouth

We don’t sell CD’s out this house

Still got

in now

Like what’s a drought, drought, drought

Bitch, I’m from Kentucky

But this ain’t no fucking Dixie Chicks

This is not Route 66

She step out, take like fifty flicks

I’m way too selective with the folks

That I get mixy with

She said that’s a lie, boy

You a thot, thot, thot

Just left out the city

It was hot, hot, hot

Think they fucking with me

But they not, not, not

I just cannot stop

I’m 'bout to buy my bro a drop

She came to kick it with her friends

They taking shots, shots, shots