Baby Got Brap

Sheeesh See you don't want to test me, I come through in an FC cut That NOS hot, I drop the top and hit that effing butt(on) I grab the wheel like my granddaddy left me something It's a half a mil but he said it best be custom (aye, look) That rotary motor better be holding me down Where there's tires there's smoke And I'm chokin' 'em out, I'm controllin' the crowd I'm bangin', I'm bringin' the heat Tell me how much angle you need That turbo put a baby to sleep (Ch-ch-ch-chh) Baby got Brap And when I pass 'em in the paddock they be askin' why I do 'em like that I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me boy you can get - clapped I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's - facts That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got That candy paint look like rose gold All new parts for my whips they got a old soul I'm big timin', my bitch behind me gettin the roll on Wrong color smoke, you would think I was tryna coal roll (?) Ay what's up with GMG, he 'on't wanna see me gleam That's 350z, Sylvia pickle thing I ain't got no catalytic converter, but you see the dream If hater's got beef, it must be vegan meat Baby got Brap And when I pass 'em in the paddock they be askin' why I do 'em like that I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me boy you can get - clapped I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's - facts That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got Me and Haraguchi, that's the same thing (same thing) Hot boy RX-7s, you know he da king kKing tings) Fat Garrett turbo, make that engine sing Haitian boy with a dream, call me Martin Luther Wing Nappy Boy Auto in this bitch (permanent) We work for this and now it's Mortal Kombat in the tournament We be laughin' in the driver's seat but it ain't a skit Shit can go left real fast, check the angle kit I taught Pain how to slide on the track (yeah) Then Pain taught me how to slide on a track (yeah) Twerkstallion don't go brap, that bitch got a v8 That motherfucker go gyaaa (?) Fenders thicker than a Snicker, let me tandem with ya Black-owned and driven, maybe you can tandem with us But that's just me and I can say that that's that 'Cause I got four RX-7s and at least one of them Baby's got Brap And when I pass 'em in the paddock they be askin' why I do 'em like that I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me boy you can get - clapped I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's - facts That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got