Daytona

This pain on me there it go, yeah (Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up) Ron-Ron, what up? Real, ayy How I stay sane with all this pain on me? How I stay sane with all this pain on me? How I still love you and you changed on me? I was waitin' on the bag You ain't wait on me I was runnin' out of gas with my tank on E I was runnin' out of cash Couldn't get a bite to eat When you out here in these streets, nigga This ain't for the weak Lost granny nineteen Wish I could kiss her on her cheek Wan just did a ten, he got out Ain't miss a beat Ridin' 'round in a Benz Gettin' massaged by the seat Lil' nigga say they shoppin' Why they ain't got 'em no receipts? I'm in Cali while I'm coppin' Ron-Ron on the bеat How I know who really poppin' 'cause we always main topic For thе watch, I left it Plain, for the chain, i got it rocky Niggas out here cappin' They ain't really movin' things Louis hoodie, Louis shoes Also Saint Laurent jeans I'm really havin' motion They ain't havin' motion mix it Mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker I bounced right back after them niggas Thought this shit was over Talkin' to this chicken It feel like I'm here with Soda They don't wanna cop that shit 'cause It got too much soda When they cop that shit from us They 'bout to take shit over When you flyin' with that bag, get a layover I'm 'bout to go drop sixty Racks on a Daytona, ayy Conversation little different when they Know your cheese up (When shit like Spanish) Niggas get they first watch and Keep rollin' they sleeves up (I don't wanna see it) Niggas talkin' Daytonas They ain't got no Paul Newmans (At all) Off the O's, watch my wrist dance No Krush Groovin' (Turbo) Every bitch I love is bustdown My point is proven (On God) The whole city feel I'm winnin' But I feel I'm losin' (Said I'm losin' still) I'm never on the scene But these hoes choosin' (I don't need y'all) Even when I'm standin' still A nigga bag movin' (Shit, I'm through) Nigga fly with a bag and get a layover (Not me) the last day party Think I wore a Range Rover Bums started wearin' Creed Then it gave me hives (I hate it) A lot of niggas look different When they rappin' lies, yeah (Lot of niggas) I'm really havin' motion They ain't havin' motion mix it Mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker I bounced right back after them niggas Thought this shit was over Talkin' to this chicken It feel like I'm here with Soda They don't wanna cop that shit 'cause It got too much soda When they cop that shit from us They 'bout to take shit over When you flyin' with that bag, get a layover I'm 'bout to go drop sixty Racks on a Daytona, ayy