Jeep Lyrics – Token

[Chorus: Token]
I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys
Tryna get a piece of the high life
They don’t love me but they have a need
So do we, it’s a penalty of the high life
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)

[Verse 1: Token & TERROR REID]
Ayy

Backpack full but I give it to my bro when the girl under my arm is mad ’cause the car full
I was 17 when they were calling me a Shady wannabe
It’s funny ’cause I grew up stealing from Marshall’s
Woke up on the couch, no cash here in my house
Terror Reid, can you see where the cash went? (Not sure)
I was in a Jeep, I had a bottle next to me and it was yelling at me in a French accent (Bonjour)
Black on the tee, black on the jeans, passionately
Bend backs like a crash on the street, freak accident
Token a accident freak
T used to be a Chopper then he passed NLE
Twenty rack’s my fee
Obviously too cheap, I get checks with the best
Broke up with a Barbie and now I call her Charli
They all turn brat when my ex see my ex in a jeep, b!tch

[Chorus: Token]
I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys
Tryna get a piece of the high life
They don’t love me but they have a need
So do we, it’s a penalty of the high life
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)

[Verse 2: TERROR REID]
(Ayy, s*it, ayy, b!tch, ayy)
Young Toke called, said “Reid, I need a feat,”
I told him, “Bet, bet, yo, gimme ’bout a week,”
Sicker than the cold I’ma set that beat
And I make your hoes weep ’cause I stomp when I speak
The catacomb crook, neighborhood Adderall hook
One look had ’em all shook
The brand with the blade in the book
The chef and the cook raise up and your soul getting took
Holding up in that jeep, slump in mat when we creep, deep in your set
Couple of freaks and they cheap
Showing ’em all what they need, the lyrical vet
Terror and Token, your soul gon’ get broken
We throwing they ass in the bin
Heavyweight horror, I got something for her
And all of her friends, never gon’ see me again

[Chorus: Token]
I was in a jeep with at least three Kimberlys
Tryna get a piece of the high life
They don’t love me but they have a need
So do we, it’s a penalty of the high life
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)
I was in a jeep— I was in a jeep
Tryna get the— tryna get the high life (High life)

[Outro: Kam Patterson]
Now before all that change, the-the label name, that’s the stupid name
“Never Too Different”? I’ma tell you something, you can’t be
You’re too different, nig—, you’re too different
Bring it back down, bro