TRACKRACE SHOOTOUT Lyrics

80 MPH in 2 seconds, speedin' through the gate

Don't pick up my phone, you on the road she rushin' through the ways

And she curvy, you can see the Russian through her waist

Damn, fuck, how the fuck I get this far

Like in a track race, where they shoot, I'ma go that far

These niggas claimin' they gon' make it too late, I done set the bar

How the fuck you lose yo' bitch, I sent her off to Sycamore

The twist ain't workin' out, and you're broke, find some bitches more

I done copped all the fours, there was damn near five in stock

Six Metro, boom Metro, nigga catchin' beats in these step ons

I don't really like the flashy shit, but I like the red bottoms

Dior and the Prada he gon' get slaughtered

If you start all the drama, him and his partner Thinkin' he gon' turn to Jeffrey Dahmer

Nigga on my mama, I'ma get them commas, no drama

If I have a partner, he gon' have some for real

Niggas quick to kill, over hoes that chill with other niggas

He don't pull the trigger, caught the boy up trendin

Can't get realer, only silly, AK chillin' with me

Ain't no credit checkin', niggas, you ain't really pressin' me