Turtle Race Lyrics

(Oh my god, whole lotta 448 shit man)

(You know what the fuck going on)

Aye, no cap aye

HUH

Alright come on

Aye we setting trends with this shit man on my Momma

No cap this shit for real

Youngest niggas in the game

You hear me

On gang, COME ON

I told granny I'm running a turtle race

That boy a rat

I'm running wit tigers

We uppin & boosting the murder rate

You can get checked

Where ever we at

I know my youngin won't hesitate

If I give you da sauce betta use it

I mean accordingly niggas recording me

And I had dat fye but I ain't even use it

I'm so legit I can be in a movie

She wanna rub it & touch it but I'm tryna fuck it Like shawty I know what you on

Really been puttin up pressa on niggas

Call up my youngin he steppin on niggas

I'm on the east wit my bruddas

Ain't goin for nun

Done pulled out the western on niggas

Hop out

Boom boom clap

Cause qwan don't play

I be done stretched me a nigga

I told granny I'm running a turtle race

That boy a rat

I'm running wit tigers

We uppin & boosting the murder rate

You can get checked

Where ever we at

I know my youngin won't hesitate

Yea I'm on his block wit a hollow

448 onna map

We setting trends

It's time you fuck niggas follow

If I hit up peyso he comin

But I hit up dilly kno shit a get silly he just get To dumping

He special

On god but shit a get handled

She tried to pull out my dick at a dinner I'm Freaky but baby yk I got manners

Ducked off in the trap paranoid off a scanner

Ran to the bag got me feeling like santa

Poured up a four of that wock in my Fanta

I told granny I'm running a turtle race

That boy a rat

I'm running wit tigers

We uppin & boosting the murder rate

You can get checked

Where ever we at

I know my youngin won't hesitate

Yea I'm talking Carl Winslow

This shit deep

You can get hit wit a few those

Choppa

Don't reload

Perk got em feeling debo

He turnin up wit a freak hoe

That be my bro

Whenever I talk he say I'm trippin

Tell em I love em he start acting different

Change up on your brothers

I bet you be snitching

We cropping shit out the picture

Aye throw me the stripes

On god

I'm official

Aye we knocking shit by the top

Thirty eight shots

On baby I'm really that nigga

I told granny I'm running a turtle race

That boy a rat

I'm running wit tigers

We uppin & boosting the murder rate

You can get checked

Where ever we at

I know my youngin won't hesitate

I told granny "I'm running a, uh uh uh uh"