Carrera lyrics

[Chorus]
Carrera, push your top back (sh*t)
Sent a cap through that boy, top hat
Get the drop, grrah, grrah, drop that (Blatt)
Dranked up, where the damn Ciroc at?

[Verse 1]
[?][0:23] boy, it's me
b*tch, I spit that heat, be worse than third degree
In that Cadillac with frappuccino seats
Spit that dragon's breath on the PO when I breathe
Poke the bear, hand in a beehive (Skrrt, skrrt)
TEC pourin', drank gettin' peed out (Drank)
Hm, hm, hop out the cut and then get busy
I could get these boys touched, co-signed Puff Diddy (What the f*ck?)
Double XL, f*ck with me
Split the seam, burnt the bridge, now you f*ckin' stuck with me
Glue gun, gun glue, boy, this b*tch stuck with me
[?][0:55] kung fu, tryna hit a cup with me
And my left pocket pink fifties, right-pocket blues
And the plug send the packs out, I know what to do with it, b*tch

[Chorus]
Carrera, push your top back (sh*t)
Sent a cap through that boy, top hat
Get the drop, grrah, grrah, drop that (Blatt)
Dranked up, where the damn Ciroc at?
[Verse 2]
[?][1:17] up to something
These boys smokin' di*k and sippin' Tris by assumption
Peanut butter inside, this ho damn-near scrumptious
IBS, my shooter dumb or somethin' the way he dump sh*t
I'm with Tony, that's my right-hand
Won't say my name, f*ckers wanna meet the Bye-Bye Man
Fire sticks with thems geeks, poppin' Vyvanse
This ho ate the city, b*tch gritty, not no guy dance
12 at the door, I don't too much know
I get money, that's for sure, I get too much dough
These boys poor for a reason, you too much ho
Backstab, that's treason, too bad, too slow