Drag Racing lyrics

[Intro: Scarface Horse]
(Dang, Overeasy, you made another one?)
(Shred)

[Verse 1: Scarface Horse]
I don't carry Glocks no more, only FNs and choppers (Grrah)
I don't look for opps no more, I get the drop and get it poppin' (Shred, Shred)
I don't f*ck with b*tch n*ggas or snitches, only killers 'round me (Shred, Shred)
If he ayin' he got a bag to drop, then I'll spin about him (Grrah)
I be comfortable in Murderville, my Flint akhis love me (Shred)
Told Lee let's run it up, rap, trap, we gotta hustle (Shred, Shred)
ShredGang and PMK, n*gga, that's a lot of muscle (Shred)
Quick to smoke a n*gga, paid twelve hundred, I ain't tryna scuff 'em (Shred)
Reachin' for the MAC, not my pants, I ain't tryna scuffle (Grrah)
n*gga, this a Track', not a 'Cat, don't you hear it rumble? (Shred, Shred)
n*ggas mad at me 'cause they broke, I'm tired of bein' humble (Shred, Shred)
I don't want a million views, I want an M before the summer (Shred)

[Verse 2: ATM Alee]
What up, Horse? Put me on some of them D b*tches
Scope on the AR, I can zoom in and see n*ggas
Mixin' Wock' with the red, b*tch, we drink different
That can't be your mans if you ain't eat with him
I can pull up in a drophead and pull three b*tches
This b*tch got the breathin' holes, it's a four-nickel
We'll get on bullsh*t and slide off them four-wheelers
b*tches start f*ckin' real quick when that Patrón hit 'em
We been blowin' smoke, n*ggas don't want smoke with us
Go-getters, I'll never, ever fear no n*gga
We hit the hoes on the block, we never take 'em home with us
Still playin' with Glocks, they Gen5, but we add switches
[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
di*k wasn't enough in the Glock, so I grabbed some titties
b*tch pretty in the face, but need ass and titties
What I look like turnin' myself— ah, f*ck
What I look like turnin' myself in? They gon' have to come get me
Go outta town, I'ma shop when I land, ain't no baggage with me
If the price right on the 'bows, then I'm grabbin' twenty
I know a n*gga that'll rob his own blood and won't show no sympathy
I know a n*gga killed all his own opps, he ain't got no enemies
He got hit in the head, he ain't die, but lost all his memories
f*ck my b*tch for twenty, thirty minutes, drained all my energy
f*cked the b*tch, but quick f*ckin' with her 'cause we ain't have no chemistry
Cut off anybody do some f*ck sh*t, n*gga, f*ck our history