Speed Racing lyrics

[Intro]
(God damn, BJ with another one)
(D-Roc)
And I'm in this b*tch
There he go

[Chorus]
It's Lil Top on the highway
Drivin' like he speed racing
I'm gon' do my dance
Please don't get in my space
I be all on top of the couch
Like this be my place
b*tch with all of my dogs
Tell 'em call the fire station
Cause we gon' burn this b*tch down, with the sh*t lil mama
Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama
Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama
Get her to the condo, I'm like lil bro where the condoms

[Verse 1]
Clips like anacondas, longer than a motherf*cker
Slimer than a motherf*cker, it won't never be another
Fresh fit, but I'm still ridin' with this dirty cutter
New whip, f*ck it up with ashes then I buy another
Gang sh*t, posted up all night, on sight
Servin' nothin' but off white, gun fights, slang your pipe
I just left the Citgo, lookin' higher than a kite
I be with that sh*t though, shoot your block up all night
I'm on it now, bow b*tch
For to split his sh*t, what this stick for
Aw sh*t, she can do it better, let my b*tch go
I be spendin' money and floodin' all these diamonds on my MuMu
If I sit it down, I'ma think she tryna kill me if my tool move
[Chorus]
It's Lil Top on the highway
Drivin' like he speed racing
I'm gon' do my dance
Please don't get in my space
I be all on top of the couch
Like this be my place
b*tch with all of my dogs
Tell 'em call the fire station
Cause we gon' burn this b*tch down, with the sh*t lil mama
Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama
Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama
Get her to the condo, I'm like lil bro where the condoms

[Verse 2]
Rollin' off that pack, I'm tryna hit you from the back (Yea)
Know I smell like thrax and know my pockets full of cash (Yea)
Know I get 'em clapped, don't do no cap inside my raps (Yea)
Know that I'm not worried for the law, I got that sack (Yea)
b*tch make me go across your head with this Casamigo's bottle
That what the f*ck that I said
Know these n*ggas don't want no problems
Richer than a motherf*cker
I'm not worried about anybody
Know that we got plenty choppers
Shoot this b*tch and clear the party, yea
[Chorus]
It's Lil Top on the highway
Drivin' like he speed racing
I'm gon' do my dance
Please don't get in my space
I be all on top of the couch
Like this be my place
b*tch with all of my dogs
Tell 'em call the fire station
Cause we gon' burn this b*tch down, with the sh*t lil mama
Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama
Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama
Get her to the condo, I'm like lil bro where the condoms