On The Line (feat. SirShrimpsAlot & Qs Hoot)

6.2 on the line, goin' race like it's my last life Spinnin' through your city, give a f*ck bout my gas life Burnin' through these tires, give a f*ck bout my tread life If you f*ck with me, cut you off like my dash light Sittin' here in a 2.3 Ford lookin' like a blue sea Focus and you'll see Real shit that I speak 23 pounds on the turbo Boost go .... so vocal Ridin' never solo Crew be ..... in the local Pull up ship you like postal Drift in your domain like I'm Dojo Call me Takumi, no Fujiwara When I whip this car no one do it harder I'ma push this bitch till I need a starter I did this shit without a father Don't talk to me, don't even bother Don't talk to me, cause I'm up now 120 on the dash, can't stop now When I let off, hear that pop sound Cam let me on the track, so I'ma hawk out All-wheel drive, man, they thought it was a joke 5.7, leave the show in the smoke I make my own waves, since they say that I got a boat 6.2, that cam goin' loap 6.2 and they come with superchargers This 300 not a charger Your dash is cool, but mines go harder They ain't know, so I guess I was smarter I ain't gonna flex Tryna cop a Lex Talkin' LS but I ain't speakin' bout Vette They been coppin' my flow, so I guess I'm up next 6.2 on the line, goin' race like it's my last life Spinnin' through your city, give a f*ck bout my gas life Burnin' through these tires, give a f*ck bout my tread life If you f*ck with me, cut you off like my dash light