On The Line ft. SirShrimpsAlot & Qs Hoot Lyrics

6.2 on the line, goin' race like it's my last life

Spinnin' through your city, give a fuck bout my gas life

Burnin' through these tires, give a fuck bout my tread life

If you fuck with me, cut you off like my dash light

Sittin' here in a 2.3

Ford lookin' like a blue sea

Focus and you'll see

Real shit that I speak

23 pounds on the turbo

Boost go .... so vocal

Ridin' never solo

Crew be ..... in the local

Pull up ship you like postal

Drift in your domain like I'm Dojo

Call me Takumi, no Fujiwara

When I whip this car no one do it harder

I'ma push this bitch till I need a starter

I did this shit without a father

Don't talk to me, don't even bother

Don't talk to me, cause I'm up now

120 on the dash, can't stop now

When I let off, hear that pop sound

Cam let me on the track, so I'ma hawk out

All-wheel drive, man, they thought it was a joke

5.7, leave the show in the smoke

I make my own waves, since they say that I got a boat

6.2, that cam goin' loap

6.2 and they come with superchargers

This 300 not a charger

Your dash is cool, but mines go harder

They ain't know, so I guess I was smarter

I ain't gonna flex

Tryna cop a Lex

Talkin' LS but I ain't speakin' bout Vette

They been coppin' my flow, so I guess I'm up next

6.2 on the line, goin' race like it's my last life

Spinnin' through your city, give a fuck bout my gas life

Burnin' through these tires, give a fuck bout my tread life

If you fuck with me, cut you off like my dash light