I got nos in the tank when I race
A 6 speed type r when the silence is safe
Imma bless y'all dummies you cannot imitate
Glock 9 seal his fate and that pine box it is quite
Y'all size like my rise to fames is posturing god shit ain't safe
You see the squad live in high opulent ways
We them guys wit improper posture quick open slice opps in they face
Wash em away ha nigga y'all imposters full throttle in that civic Si on the seats
Lil nigga I gotcha beat this shit gotta clutch and might go designer my feet
Car show in the Chi for da week mopar no car rather drive a mazda
Then I keep number 9 on my jeans see the h placed on the front
We can touge race if you want
Throw shade niggas won't gain if you run
Work meister the whip with them commas that prada on me
I promise bout a thousand a piece choker look like a leash
Close aim in the cut 2 subs go bang in the trunk
Leaving hoes slain even though most can't get enough
Hang you up by ya rope chain up above
Golden gate bridge snakes then go and mix hate wit the love bitch nah
Don't tempt me niggas car paint peel shit is dingy
Car slammed on nuts they ran from us we stanced
Cause the ray grams is tucked legit
I take bands I touch and up the whip
While you niggas out trynna cuff a bitch plus I'm lit
When shifting gears all by my lonely
Trying to disappear in the mist to depart from the old me
I just slide in coupes 3 pedals
Inside I move pistons until the night is new
She want me to stop and choose her
But I'm like Takumi in that driver seat
Climbing the top till I'm the king Shouting above that mountain peak