Daytona

Look I did what I did And I said what I said That bitch trynna argue Ill leave her on read Dont got times for games Bitch im chasin this bread Got me a Daytona The inside is red We pull up with pistols Leave a nigga dead I got me a shorty to give me some head We got to the crib Than we went to the bed She wanted Channel Got her Prada instead Slanging this dough Bitch call me Parker Pete Im like Beethooven Straight killin these beats Straight to the top Dont believe in defeats Ballin on them like I play for the heat Im really different No one can compete Tell ya bitch to come over Ill give her a treat 16 round in this clip its ready to release I just look at my paper And watch it increase Im from west dallas I come with the stick Talking yo shit All my niggas gon' blick Got me a pistol it came with a grip on Got me and my brother Buchanan to sip on 6FG in my heart till the day that im gone Diegos in heaven but his spirit lives on They talking shit while I sit on the throne I promise you imma make myself known Imma go get it tho im on my own They gon notice me Then start calling my phone Like where was you at When I was alone Right next to my family thats my only home Bought me some new rims Cuz I didnt like chrome That boy talking shit Put this clip to his dome We pull up and stalk like a gnome We push his shit back like a comb Look I did what I did And I said what I said That bitch trynna argue Ill leave her on read Dont got times for games Bitch im chasin this bread Got me a Daytona The inside is red We pull up with pistols Leave a nigga dead I got me a shorty to give me some head We got to the crib Than we went to the bed She wanted Channel Got her Prada instead