Verse 1: Tom Misch 
Don't listen to what they say 
You can’t take it slow 
And when the Nightrider comes around 
You gotta pick up the dough 
I ride low with the setting sun 
Mr. Dayes with the break of the drums 
It's icy (cold) 

Chorus: Tom Misch 
Honey, Corvette 
I be chasing you down, it's a wrap 
So easily, so easily 
High beam, on the dash 
I be shaking you down, it’s a wrap 
So easily, so easily 

Verse 2: Tom Misch 
I got a feeling that won't come down 
Can't do it alone 
I'll take you to the fat of the land 
This is where we go 
Top-down with the cruise control 
Lights out with the radio on 
It's crazy 

Chorus: Tom Misch 
Honey, Corvette 
I be chasing you down, it's a wrap 
So easily, so easily 
High beam, on the dash 
I be shaking you down, it's a wrap 
So easily, so easily 

Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs 
Yeah, yeah, should I bless the track or let it breath? 
Yeah, I need Salah, forgot to hit my knees 
Yeah, Freddie Kane clocking overseas 
Yeah, ice minus four degrees, put a ho at ease 
Yeah, trap shit round you, sent your bitch on a round trip 
Niggas put real diamonds in fake ass Rollies, that's clown shit 
Every whip I whip’s either German-made or Italian 
Super dope, my geekers smoke media, Robert Townsend 
Them pounds in, these niggas window shoppers, they browsin’ 
Put that on VL, I put VVs in my medallion 
They can't understand it, this gangster shit run a panic 
I began and even when I was down and out, I was wild 
I was wild, I just blessed the track so let it breath 
Yeah, I need Salah, forgot to hit my knees 
Freddie Kane clocking overseas 
Rapper of the year, fuck the nominees 

Chorus: Tom Misch
Honey, Corvette
I be chasing you down, it’s a wrap
So easily, so easily
High beam, on the dash
I be shaking you down, it's a wrap
So easily, so easily