Andretti Lyrics

Nigga drop yo feelings pack a bag hit the road

I should've went pro how I wake up tryna score

This shit lock tight the trap don't even got a back door

It don't matter if the bag light keep a cash flow

You ain't tryna take a risk what you want a bag for

So many smackas in the crib bitch this a bag zone

Ima chase paper over her she say ima asshole

Lost it all and got it back tryna make that bag blow

I can't never see the past ain't shit to look back for

It ain't nun to brag about I always kept a bad hoe

Niggas forgot about reality better keep yo head on

Custo looking for his bread man that shit dead gone

Niggas dead wrong why tf you ain't put yo mans on

I'm telling you nigga watch who you keep around you niggas don't wanna see you prosper

But in the mob I trust

He gone die waiting for a handout better make a run

We locked in 31 days fuck around and buy the month

I'm tryna show that boy the plug he worried bout some buns

Ain't never watch the other side bitch we been them ones

Ain't never trip about a L the Win make me triple up

Brodie how we catching wind niggas come from nun

Bae let's make a master plan I ain't worried bout no lust

If you feel you in control you ain't going fast enough

I'm paranoid of that road how we killing every run

Every time I get a dwett I pass her round can't cuff

Nigga wtf is 10 if you could never put it up

Niggas wanna be friends but I want a Bentley truck

Flipping off the deep end do it all again I love the rush

This one bin gone feed the whole camp it ain't going buzz

Everything gotta price bitch I gotta feed my son