SPEED RACIN' Lyrics

Pull up in a whip speed racing

I don't know why they be hating

Know that I coulda went and took your bitch

Imma sit here stack my bacon

I don't know why they be faking

Know that my bankrolls way too long

My pack is way too strong

Imma spend them bands until I'm gone

I've been getting older yeah, they call me a vet

On my Minnesota shit, ice all around my neck, yea

Told her hop back on

Taking one more hit of this bong

2% floating up to the top where he belong

He belong

Fakes went right they left with all my wrongs

Yeah, now its on sight

My diamonds gon' hit they fight

I got shooters in Atlanta, all of my dogs gon' bite

All of my bros got Js

I don't care what you say

Imma go spend like 2-3 bands

I'll make it back today

Know they been wanting my swag

Know they been wanting my cash

Better go and get your weight up

Can't hold none of my bags

Bags

Spazz

Do the dash

Choppa on my hip with extendo mags

Yeah, I make that money flip while she throw that ass

I ain't never gotta cop no zip, I could smoke your pack

Know my neck getting colder

I just lost a couple bands, I left 'em in her sofa

I just lost a couple ops, I think I ran 'em over

2% always on go, he riding in that Rover

Riding in that Rover

In the future I'll be riding in a Rover

Yeah they all got popped they looking like a soda

Always been a roller

They calling me a bowler

Pull up in a whip speed racing

I don't know why they be hating

Know that I coulda went and took your bitch

Imma sit here stack my bacon

I don't know why they be faking

Know that my bankrolls way too long

My pack is way too strong

Imma spend them bands until I'm gone

I've been getting older yeah, they call me a vet

On my Minnesota shit, ice all around my neck, yea

Told her hop back on

Taking one more hit of this bong

2% floating up to the top where he belong

Know my brothers staying sturdy

I ain't got no worries

Cartiers up on my eyes, my vision getting blurry

MVP my bros like Murray

I ain't showing mercy

Way that I been ballin', every night I drop like 30

Now they want to wear my jersey

I iced out the fit

2% too hot, I went and iced out my wrist

Running through the bands, that's extra ice for the kid

Only got that Zaza never catch me with a mid

Pull up in a whip speed racing

I don't know why they be hating

Know that I coulda went and took your bitch

Imma sit here stack my bacon

I don't know why they be faking

Know that my bankrolls way too long

My pack is way too strong

Imma spend them bands until I'm gone

I've been getting older yeah, they call me a vet

On my Minnesota shit, ice all around my neck, yea

Told her hop back on

Taking one more hit of this bong

2% floating up to the top where he belong

2% huh

To the top where he belong

Neo

Timmy on that