Cuttin' through three lanes

Verse 1

Lady in the Lexus think she owns the road

Cuttin' through three lanes like there's gold to load

Coffee in her hand and her phone in view

Doin' ninety-five like she's got somethin' to prove

Chorus

(Well) You nearly killed me with your SUV

Your diamond ringed hand just flipped off me

Got your vanity plate that spells "SUCCESS"

But your drivin' skills are such a goddamn mess

Verse 2

Bet you got a sticker 'bout your honor student

While you're racin' past like some kind of lunatic

Throwin' trash out your window on the street

Think you're so important in your leather seat

Chorus

(Well) You nearly killed me with your SUV

Your diamond ringed hand just flipped off me

Got your vanity plate that spells "SUCCESS"

But your drivin' skills are such a goddamn mess[Verse 3]

Probably late to your hot yoga class

Too busy yellin' through your botoxed mass

Kids in the back watchin' DVDs

While you're terrorizin' folks with your expertise

Chorus

(Well) You nearly killed me with your SUV

Your diamond ringed hand just flipped off me

Got your vanity plate that spells[Verse 4]

Now you're pullin' into Whole Foods' parkin' lot

Takin' up two spaces is the best you got

With your "Namaste" sticker on your bumper shine

While you're cussin' out the bagboy standin' in line

Chorus

(Well) You nearly killed me with your SUV

Your diamond ringed hand just flipped off me

Got your vanity plate that spells "SUCCESS"

But your drivin' skills are such a goddamn mess

Outro

Hope your insurance rates go through the roof

'Cause karma's comin' with some cold hard truth

When that fancy car gets scratched someday

Don't come cryin' to me, just learn to drive, okay?

End