RACING

Tell em turn me up

Tell em hit the light switch

50,000 feet

Feeling like a flight risk

Cut the cameras off

You don’t want to see this

Too much fucking motion

Leave a bitch sea sick

Think I need a bigger boat

Tidal wave coming in

Trying to get the money shot

Make em do the running man

Paper in a brown bag

Ship it to the mother land

Flow is ambidextrous

Did it by myself

Brought the whole squad with me

Section off anther section

Locking in locking in

Did about a thousand records

Crash your lil party

We Don’t do the party favors

Never been the type

To congregate with all the haters

My Schedule is looking full

All my shit is jam packed

Serving up another pack

Yeah I know you loving that

Yeah I know you fuck with that

How that boy bounce back

Looking like he never left

Bout to take a euro step

Well We can take it way back

Swisher sweets and wave caps

Interstate blunts rides

Took this shit to overdrive

Clocking in this overtime

Bout to make em overdose

We about do the most

Making sure we over shine

Inhaling the smoke

Mashing the gas

And now we on a roll

Divvy the pie

Split it up with

The bros

Fill up the tank

And we back on the road

Give it and go

I’ll be the star of the show

I’m ready to even the score

Level the playing field

Only feeling your shit if it’s really real

How I really feel

Let the beat build

Like a peak pill

For the real deal

Not a cheap thrill

This is overkill

Like a headshot

That I got in stock

Let the clip pop

Till the shit stop

Call it planet rock

Real hip hop

Get ya face cropped

And ya body dropped

In a drop

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