Lunatics (Drift Racing 3) [feat. SVRG]

Call me in the city and I'm lurkin' 63rd

If the brothers on the L, then I think you know the word

All the racks be in the luggage, and it's goin' to our turf

Everybody in the area ain't messin' with the herd

I've been to the Bentley, had a flooded-out wrist

I got cage in the bank, and I beg I can't lift

If the chopper tryna sing, then we might just hit a riff

All the diamonds be so shiny, thought the whole thing was a myth

Ah, y'all, leavin' them beanies alone

Me, with a squeeze, I got no feelings of my own

Ah, y'all, leavin' them beanies alone

Me, with a squeeze, I got no feelings of my own

Been playin' rhymes from the 9-9

Comin' like a lunatic, tryna get a grip on my grind

Straight underground, buses love to hate the sounds of the don

Turn around, 'cause the whole world's mine

Been around, burn out, flowin' to the penthouse

I go crazy, then they quiet like a church mouse

Land up with the customs, never phased, we get it out

Night rides in the engine, watch us see what it's about

Get down in the car, one time, give it all

Bust the open heart, let me see you take the fall

Get down in the car, one time, give it all

Get down in the car, get down in the car

Ah, y'all, leavin' them beanies alone

Me, with a squeeze, I got no feelings of my own

Ah, y'all, leavin' them beanies alone

Me, with a squeeze, I got no feelings of my own

The day we hustle, but the night we play

The day we hustle, yeah, the night we slay

The day we hustle, but the night we play

Catch the vibe, let the moment pave the way

Fundin' self and music, bumpin', creepin' through the cut

Buses tryna block my shine, but I don't give it up

They say I'm dangerous, nerves tight, no hesitance

Cutting through the games, like life is on the fence

Evil thoughts lurkin', waiting on the money drop

Dumpin' on opponents, they ain't never on the top

Ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow, just the rush from the buck

20's in my loaded trunk, watch me make another cut

Ah, y'all, leavin' them beanies alone

Me, with a squeeze, I got no feelings of my own

Ah, y'all, leavin' them beanies alone

Me, with a squeeze, I got no feelings of my own

Been playin' rhymes from the 9-9

Comin' like a lunatic, tryna get a grip on my grind

Straight underground, buses love to hate the sounds of the don

Turn around, 'cause the whole world's mine

Drop the bass and hide away

I count money every day