The Race

F*ck a cop, I was tryna keep a Glock If you run up you get pop You gone drop, and I won't stop All these niggas is some opps Talking shit cause they got locks Shoot a nigga on his block Bitch I'll aim it at yo top No body shots, but get yo body shot If you tryna flock All these niggas is some pussys how they really be on cock At no street rapper, but I eat rappers That I don't like Run bitch we won't fight In the night my niggas pull the pipe U gone see the light, in a fright Grip that pistol tight, shoot you and yo wife End yo fucking life F*ck the crap, I go get the pack Tell that bitch to bring it back Run it to the trap, make a pack Then we run her like a track F*ck the rap, you niggas is so wack Get up off y'all ass, so y'all can get bag Cause y'all don't And we ain't bout to dance I don't throw no hands Shoot you and yo mans With that drum just like a band. Ain't no fan Cause none of you Niggas cold U niggas fake like y'all chains with that gold Shit be looking like it's mold I'm just cold and niggas fucking know it I'm sick of hear time for you niggas to show it Tell that nigga get a job so he can throw on it And if I catch his bitch slipping know she gone blow on it I just went and got a bag and got some mo on it Give me the fucking beat watch how I'm gone flow on it I did the race I did the speed I did the dash I fucked yo bitch I stacked my chips I got some cash I took yo bitch I can give a f*ck if you mad Get off my dick and get you a mother fucking bag I did the race I did the speed I did the dash I fucked yo bitch I stacked my chips I got some cash I took yo bitch I can give a f*ck if you mad Get off my dick and get you a mother fucking bag Bitch