Gran Turismo (feat. Termanology)

Scribble Scratch Records

Andretti and Statik Selektah

Pussy motherfucker better guard your necklace

Scribble Scratch Records, protect your necklace

Gran Turismo specifications on the Lexus

Playin' in estate games, we know they'll never catch up

We in it for the long stretch, bro, them **** pressed, what?

Them bitches stressed, spinner ain't fall off yet

How many more cars he gon' get?

I think he just bought a jet, this is the life

Rap money, plus them sugar babies

Wine loot to Vegas for me every night

Everything's goin' right, Rolex on my left arm, all lights

Band facin' bezel, aw, fam, let me tell you

I walked though Hell with gasoline shoes

Fool, don't ever talk to me about payin' dues

My Ferrari collection heavy 'cause I buy awards for myself

My driveway display is really just a trophy shelf

I done well, turnin' what I wrote into wealth

Dead dub, spaced out, high as an astroid belt

Cadillac grill sizzlin', these **** patty melt

Runnin' up that money like a flight of steps

Runnin' up that money like a flight of steps

I had to say that line twice, make sure it all connect, yep, yep

I stay whippin' the Lexus, different women, I'm reckless

Makin' records with legends, takin' checks for my message

My hands glistenin', man, listen, I'm ambitious

My plan different, competition is non-existent

Let's keep it real, my steering wheel is my realest homie

My wheels are chromey, I'm on the go, but my children know me

My pinky ring is lookin' just like a wedding band

I'm gettin' bands, that's several grand, look at your man

Fuck a lunch, my brunch pussy and pancakes

My eyes red like the brakes, flakes up in my paint

Lap dances while I'm writing, my life is exciting

I ask Kiki if she love me, she told me she ridin'

'67 Elenor with the metal doors

Heavy brother cores, gold shell like the Porsche

Hit the switch on the air ride and slam mines

Riding through them hoods with colors and hand signs

Now that's a don, they crown me for how I rap on songs

Google my catalog, 35 atom bombs

My pen fire, that's how I built me an empire

Mass legend, Reggie Lewis, Len Bias

Never talk to me 'bout payin' dues

Yeah, yeah, just a trophy shelf

Into wealth

High as an astroid belt

These **** patty melt

Runnin' up that money like a flight of steps

Runnin'