M5

Yeah you know i heard the rumors I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters You a regular pedestrian a consumer You ain't fast enough you need a tune up Sorry I dont like the hellcat, i might confuse ya Drag race the M5 past right these losers In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover I don't tote glocks i need possession of a ruger Sick to my stomach i might just lose her Bad bald thick lil boss She don't even care what it cost, Care what it cost, Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks Bad bald thick lil boss She don't even care what it cost, Care what it cost, Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks I say I love the M5 they told me to prove it Get it off the lot as I skirt off to my music A fan of going fast in any car Bitch, I'm Lil speed racer shooter like a star You must not know by now that imma JDM fiend If it ain't Toyota or a Benz keep that shit away from me Treat the exhaust pipe now that shit is not legal You can hear it In the air like its Beanie Sigel Got it straight from overseas near all these seagulls Keep a couple seals like it's an official document Gotta boat and fast cars I can never stop the shit If it ain't fast take that bitch back to the shop quick Yeah you know I heard the rumors I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters You a regular pedestrian a consumer You ain't fast enough you need a tune up Sorry I don't like the hellcat, I might confuse ya Drag race the M5 past right these losers In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover I don't tote Glocks I need possession of a Ruger Sick to my stomach I might just lose her Baby wanna goal rush like the finish line She gone have some fleet feet, at the finish line We just copped some sweet heat, you know I stay with the fashion I ain't never been a geek You know you can't see these, I be spinning hoes like CD's Yeah you know I heard the rumors I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters You a regular pedestrian a consumer You ain't fast enough you need a tune up Sorry I dont like the hellcat, I might confuse ya Drag race the M5 past right these losers In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover I don't tote Glocks I need possession of a Ruger Sick to my stomach I might just lose her