Hands On The Wheel Freestyle Lyrics
[Hook]
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night
Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that, hands on the wheel!
[Emilio Rojas]
She drunk dialin’, drunk dialin’
At the same damn time that she drunk drivin’
When I answer the call, heard the people wildin'
In the background "What's that?" "Oh, we alright!"
Now she start laughing, brakes start screeching
She starts screaming, heard her car crashing
Ah shit, I start asking what the fuck had happened and she don’t answer
I start panicking, running to the car
But I gotta get the keys and remember where I parked
And I got to hit police and to tell ‘em she involved
In an accident, I don’t want her to be harmed
So I’m speeding, and I’m weaving
In the middle of the street ‘round 3:10
And I'm knowin' that the clock is ticking
But I’m hoping that I can get there and I beat it
At the scene of the crash and I leave in a flash
And I didn’t even take all the keys out the dash
Looking at a flipped SUV in the grass
And a couple broke trees with the median smashed
Ah, ah jeez this is bad
Ain’t nobody moving, ain’t nobody screaming
Ain’t nobody sitting in the front anymore
I assume they were thrown from the seatbelt
Now the ambulances pull in, and the EMT’s they all sprinting
Found bodies burnt in that backseat
And that driver seem to be missing
They started searching and sniffing
Looking at me with eyes that ask questions
I ain’t have any answers, though
And so they started getting aggressive, like
“Where the driver at?”
“Do you think there’s a chance they survived the crash?”
Just smiled back
"And the windshield didn’t even have a crack
How the hell in God’s name they MacGyver that?"
Then a siren flash from behind my back
I turn around, they were clowners behind a badge
Heard a couple rounds from a fired gat
And I hit the ground quick and then fired back
Ah shit, what was I involved in?
Who the hell was the woman that I called in
And how the fuck I end up in a crossfire with assault rifles and marksmen?
That’s one cop down, two cops down, cry for a second then a few more rounds
Everybody dead, but my boo right now, now I got to make a move right now
I don’t wanna be a victim, I don’t wanna talk, I don’t wanna be a witness
Or accessory to no murder ‘cause I fuck with all the wrong bitches
Now I just wanna forget this, skip town then I go on living
But the problem is I’m involved with her
So bad it's a bitch that I live with
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night
Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that
Hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that, hands on the wheel!
[Emilio Rojas]
She drunk dialin’, drunk dialin’
At the same damn time that she drunk drivin’
When I answer the call, heard the people wildin'
In the background "What's that?" "Oh, we alright!"
Now she start laughing, brakes start screeching
She starts screaming, heard her car crashing
Ah shit, I start asking what the fuck had happened and she don’t answer
I start panicking, running to the car
But I gotta get the keys and remember where I parked
And I got to hit police and to tell ‘em she involved
In an accident, I don’t want her to be harmed
So I’m speeding, and I’m weaving
In the middle of the street ‘round 3:10
And I'm knowin' that the clock is ticking
But I’m hoping that I can get there and I beat it
At the scene of the crash and I leave in a flash
And I didn’t even take all the keys out the dash
Looking at a flipped SUV in the grass
And a couple broke trees with the median smashed
Ah, ah jeez this is bad
Ain’t nobody moving, ain’t nobody screaming
Ain’t nobody sitting in the front anymore
I assume they were thrown from the seatbelt
Now the ambulances pull in, and the EMT’s they all sprinting
Found bodies burnt in that backseat
And that driver seem to be missing
They started searching and sniffing
Looking at me with eyes that ask questions
I ain’t have any answers, though
And so they started getting aggressive, like
“Where the driver at?”
“Do you think there’s a chance they survived the crash?”
Just smiled back
"And the windshield didn’t even have a crack
How the hell in God’s name they MacGyver that?"
Then a siren flash from behind my back
I turn around, they were clowners behind a badge
Heard a couple rounds from a fired gat
And I hit the ground quick and then fired back
Ah shit, what was I involved in?
Who the hell was the woman that I called in
And how the fuck I end up in a crossfire with assault rifles and marksmen?
That’s one cop down, two cops down, cry for a second then a few more rounds
Everybody dead, but my boo right now, now I got to make a move right now
I don’t wanna be a victim, I don’t wanna talk, I don’t wanna be a witness
Or accessory to no murder ‘cause I fuck with all the wrong bitches
Now I just wanna forget this, skip town then I go on living
But the problem is I’m involved with her
So bad it's a bitch that I live with
[Hook]
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Emilio takes Schoolboy Q and A$AP Rocky’s single “Hands On The Wheel” and turns into a dark and strange story surrounding the events of a car crash.
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