Daytona lyrics

[Intro]
(How the f*ck you say your name, twin?)

[Chorus: Raq Baby]
She like, "Raq, you got a new whip, can I get in?" No
b*tch, hell no, no
pus*y n*gga hatin', I think I smell ho, if it's me, I would not go
n*gga, f*ck your party, I can't keep Gen on me, I will not go
I'ma squeeze, I will not go, best believe I bust that pole
Clapped an opp for tryna run like where was he just tryna go?
Them lil'-ass Daytonas ain't got no speed, they kinda slow
Sent that boy to the store, hundred times in a row

[Verse 1: Raq Baby]
Uh, spinned on the same opp 'bout a hundred times, I'm tired of bro, huh
Can't hit this trap, it's 'bout a hundred 9s behind the door
Get bored and I switch hoes, take morе then I switch poles
Make morе when they get sold, we been ballin' on b*tch hoes
Feelin' like Chief Keef when he dropped that "Citgo," huh
I ain't gotta diss dead opps on the 'Gram, I'll go to they grave and then p*ss on 'em
We been clappin' the opps with semis, wait 'til I put this switch on 'em
Opps keep textin' my ho DM, just wait 'til I put my b*tch on 'em

[Chorus: Raq Baby]
She like, "Raq, you got a new whip, can I get in?" No
b*tch, hell no, no
pus*y n*gga hatin', I think I smell ho, if it's me, I would not go
n*gga, f*ck your party, I can't keep Gen on me, I will not go
I'ma squeeze, I will not go, best believe I bust that pole
Clapped an opp for tryna run like where was he just tryna go?
Them lil'-ass Daytonas ain't got no speed, they kinda slow
Sent that boy to the store, hundred times in a row
[Verse 2: VonOff1700]
If he trip and he fall, we gon' shoot at the floor (Rrah, rrah)
Catch him in traffic, shoot all through his door (Come here, come here)
I really lay belt and that's somethin' they know (You know that)
In the winter time, stuffin' my Drac' in the coat (Let's go)
Keep uppin' a band, that lil' n*gga broke (Broke as f*ck)
Don't try to be funny, n*ggas die off a joke (Off a joke)
Please don't say my name, I got good aim, you see fat boy got smoked
If we like your chain, then you gon' get poked
Some n*ggas get drenched, some n*ggas get soaked
He upped his gun and ain't shoot, call him B Rabbit the way that that lil' n*gga choked (His b*tch ass)
Got a whole hundred rounds, I don't gotta reload (I don't)
Controllin' these hoes like I got a remote
I shot it so hard, made the fully explode (Rrah, rrah)
I can't be stopped when I get in that mode (I'm him)
He don't get a pass, I don't care if he old
Can't trust these hoes, they be diggin' for gold (Old broke-ass ho)
Had a shot on my head and he missed, he sold (His b*tch ass)
Get put under pressure, that n*gga gon' fold (Wack)
If the call not important, I'ma put 'em on hold
The last n*gga died tryna take him a stroll (His dumb ass)
When the opps die, I be the first one to troll (You know that)
If I ever get caught, I'ma stick to the code (f*ckin' rat)

[Chorus: Raq Baby]
She like, "Raq, you got a new whip, can I get in?" No
b*tch, hell no, no
pus*y n*gga hatin', I think I smell ho, if it's me, I would not go
n*gga, f*ck your party, I can't keep Gen on me, I will not go
I'ma squeeze, I will not go, best believe I bust that pole
Clapped an opp for tryna run like where was he just tryna go?
Them lil'-ass Daytonas ain't got no speed, they kinda slow
Sent that boy to the store, hundred times in a row