Race lyrics

I'm in the Trackhawk he in that lil' ass lamb I told that n**** let's race

He get to talking real crazy I get to bustin' yea I get to shooting his face

And I can't get these hoes up off my line im feeling like Andrew Tate

(Rubin stop going crazy)

b*tch I can't even feel my face I'm doin' that dash I ain't catching no case

I'm in the Trackhawk he in that lil' ass lamb I told that n**** let's race

He get to talking real crazy I get to bustin' yea I get to shooting his face

And I can't get these hoes up off my line im feeling like Andrew Tate

All this monеy gon' need a rake

We don't ask we confiscatе

Wrist look like a damn lake

Put your ass up b*tch that's fake

SRT we make the ground shake
Let that b*tch whine we don't hit the brakes

Got your b*tch here wanna fornicate

And I don't really care what you say

Long as I

Long as I stay gettin' paid

I pop a blue and I just go beserk

And the whole damn gang yea they stay on alert

Just like Uzi(Lil Uzi Vert) I just copped a vert

Sipping D"usse like what is the word

Yea this lil' K make you fly like a bird

Get hit in the head just like Kurt (Kurt Cobaine)

Sippin' too much I'm slurrin'