Wheels on the Bus: AI Gangster Rap Remix

(Verse 1) The wheels on the bus go skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, Rims so big make the playground hurt. Chrome hubcaps with a flame decal, Driver got shades and a gold chain, pal. The doors on the bus go slide real slow, Creepin’ like a legend in a stealthy flow. Pull up to daycare like it’s V.I.P., Kids in the back yellin’ “Ayo, that’s me!” (Verse 2) The horn on the bus go BLAAAP BLAAAP BLAAAP, Sound like a beat drop mixed with a clap. We don’t say “beep” in the gangster zone, We blow bass so hard it cracked a cone. The wipers on the bus go whip whip whip, Clearin’ out drama with a double-dip drip. Rain or shine, we ridin’ clean, Got bubblegum tint and a slime green sheen. (Chorus) The wheels go round, but this ain’t no toy — We rollin’ deep with the juice box boys. Snack packs, shades, and a juice-stained vest, Little homies in the back yellin’ “We the best!” Wheels go spin while we count them stacks, Graffiti on the side say “Nap Time Facts.” This ain’t no stroll, this a lyrical rush — It’s a platinum-hit bus with a daycare crush. (Verse 3) The kids on the bus go “Yo let’s ride!”, Spittin’ lunchbox bars with certified pride. Peanut butter chain, jelly on my watch, Crayola grill with the built-in boombox. The snacks on the bus go crunch crunch crunch, Goldfish gang in a post-recess lunch. Cookies in my pocket, juice in my hand, Got a Fruit Roll-Up wrapped like a rubber band. (Verse 4) The teacher on the bus say “Settle down!”, But I just dropped heat with a cap and gown. She said “Inside voice!” — I said “No doubt,” Then rapped my ABC's with a gangster pout. The baby on the bus go waa waa waa, Till we gave him a beat and he spit hot blah. Now he’s cooing in rhythm, pacifier in teeth, And his onesie says “Lyrical Beast.” (Chorus) The wheels go round, but this ain’t no toy — We rollin’ deep with the juice box boys. Snack packs, shades, and a juice-stained vest, Little homies in the back yellin’ “We the best!” Wheels go spin while we count them stacks, Graffiti on the side say “Nap Time Facts.” This ain’t no stroll, this a lyrical rush — It’s a platinum-hit bus with a daycare crush. (Bridge) Circle time? More like cypher time. Crayons in my pocket with a nursery rhyme. Flashcards flashin', snack bars passin', And I’m in the front seat freestylin’ in fashion. (Chorus) The wheels go round, but this ain’t no toy — We rollin’ deep with the juice box boys. Snack packs, shades, and a juice-stained vest, Little homies in the back yellin’ “We the best!” Wheels go spin while we count them stacks, Graffiti on the side say “Nap Time Facts.” This ain’t no stroll, this a lyrical rush — It’s a platinum-hit bus with a daycare crush.