DAYTONA

Part I

[Intro]
(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin, whatever)

[Chorus]
Hands in the air, this a stickup
Put 'em up high like a dick up
I throw that money, she pick up
Go in my room and she lick up
Hiccup, hiccup
She suck me up 'til she hiccup
Nigga want a show, that's big bucks
Stacking that money, I get up
Try to backstab me, I flip the script
Stupid lil' bitch, we sipping on 'script
I ain't got time for you and your lip
Talking down on me, down this ditch
Way too impatient for all that chit chat
I'm in this shit with an AK bicked back
All these niggas ain't even got a big strap
I'm in this shit, blow your back with a big gat

[Verse]
That's your ho, yeah, Fauni done hit that
That's your wife, yeah, been there, did that
All of my niggas gon' get them big racks
Big, big, big, big, big, big racks
Pussy lil' boy, you a snitch, you a big rat
Break a bitch off just like she a kit kat
I'm in this shit so fresh like tic tac, yeah, yeah
Think I might die a bachelor, yeah, yеah
All of that gossip, fuck what you heard, yeah, yeah
Two Pеrc' tens, my words on slurred, yeah, yeah
She bad to you, I gave her the curve
Bad to you, that bitch got swerved
Nigga want a feature, better bring that verse
Fuck these hoes 'cause the gang come first
Death on the dash, young nigga gon' flirt
How you get shot by a man with a purse?
Jackie Chan chopstick, three-round burst
We skip the funeral, put 'em on shirts
Whole lotta drugs 'cause the pain keeps hurting
Tokyo Drift, driving in reverse
Home is where the heart is, my shit gloom
.45 on me like it's glue
.45 on me like tattoo
Shawty your bitch may hurt my boo
Feel like Drake, at hooters with a hooter
Shawty, she bad 'cause she fine and thick
Stare at lil' mama like who is you

[Chorus]
Hands in the air, this a stickup
Put 'em up high like a dick up
I throw that money, she pick up
Go in my room and she lick up
Hiccup, hiccup
She suck me up 'til she hiccup
Nigga want a show, that's big bucks
Stacking that money, I get up
Try to backstab me, I flip the script
Stupid lil' bitch, we sipping on 'script
I ain't got time for you and your lip
Talking down on me, down this ditch
Way too impatient for all that chit chat
I'm in this shit with an AK bicked back
All these niggas ain't even got a big strap
I'm in this shit, blow your back with a big gat

[Segue]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Part 2

[Intro]
(Indigo)
(Okay, Embasin, whatever)
Yeah, push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Push the pedal, 220 my dash
Big racks, going shopping at Saks
Big shot hit light for the static
Chopper hit like lightning for the static
These niggas, they don't even matter
These bitches don't even matter
Fill your whole body up with matter
Black plague, I'm a walking disaster
I done came in this shit for the [?]
And I'll leave you here after
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds, yeah
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds, yeah, yeah
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds
I'ma shine bright like my diamonds, yeah, yeah
Get slimed like a Gemini two-faced
Hundreds came in with the suitcase
These niggas get washed like toothpaste, yeah, yeah
Broke-ass nigga, you need cheesecake
Buddy, you ain't even no cheapskate
You ain't got money to pay for your own plate, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said that she wanna go bowling
I took the bitch out to Cascade, she wanna roll blade, yeah, yeah, yeah
After that, go back to the crib, shawty, she down with the roleplay
Got her all dressed like [?] yeah, yeah
Sitting sideways on my driveway
I'm the one like I'm just kickstanding
And the styro got me kickstand
The styro got me kickstand
And the styro got me kickstand
And the styro got me stiff, yeah, yeah, yeah
Then gravity came, got mixed in
Then gravity came, got mixed in
Then gravity came, got mixed in, yeah, yeah
And the styro got me kickstand
And the styro got me kickstand
And the styro got me kickstand, yeah, yeah
Then gravity came, got mixed in
Then gravity came, got mixed in
Then gravity came, got mixed in, yeah, yeah
Pull up and your ho go missing
My niggas don't wanna war
These niggas gon' sign a petition, yeah, yeah
I came with a big ol' stick
That chopper, that FN rip
That karma, forgot a grip, yeah, yeah, yeah
These niggas, they always snitch
These niggas, they Crime Stoppers
Probably give the feds a tip, yeah, yeah
I'm at Follies, give your ho a tip
She dancing up on this dick
She slobbing up on this tip, yeah, yeah
Keep a hammer, big stick
Keep a hammer, big pistol
And that shit came with stick, yeah, yeah
Sleezy like a salesman
I could sell water to the motherfucking ocean, yeah, yeah, yeah
All of my niggas going in
All of my niggas want it
Bitch, I'm hungry, so we want it
Baby, I'm a real bounty hunter but still wanted