Drag Racing

[Intro: Scarface Horse]
(Dang, Overeasy, you made another one?)
(Shred)

[Verse 1: Scarface Horse]
I don't carry Glocks no more, only FNs and choppers (Grrah)
I don't look for opps no more, I get the drop and get it poppin' (Shred, Shred)
I don't fuck with bitch niggas or snitches, only killers 'round me (Shred, Shred)
If he ayin' he got a bag to drop, then I'll spin about him (Grrah)
I be comfortable in Murderville, my Flint akhis love me (Shred)
Told Lee let's run it up, rap, trap, we gotta hustle (Shred, Shred)
ShredGang and PMK, nigga, that's a lot of muscle (Shred)
Quick to smoke a nigga, paid twelve hundred, I ain't tryna scuff 'em (Shred)
Reachin' for the MAC, not my pants, I ain't tryna scuffle (Grrah)
Nigga, this a Track', not a 'Cat, don't you hear it rumble? (Shred, Shred)
Niggas mad at me 'cause they broke, I'm tired of bein' humble (Shred, Shred)
I don't want a million views, I want an M before the summer (Shred)

[Verse 2: ATM Alee]
What up, Horse? Put me on some of them D bitches
Scope on the AR, I can zoom in and see niggas
Mixin' Wock' with the red, bitch, we drink different
That can't be your mans if you ain't eat with him
I can pull up in a drophead and pull three bitches
This bitch got the breathin' holes, it's a four-nickel
We'll get on bullshit and slide off them four-wheelers
Bitches start fuckin' real quick when that Patrón hit 'em
We been blowin' smoke, niggas don't want smoke with us
Go-getters, I'll never, ever fear no nigga
We hit the hoes on the block, we never take 'em home with us
Still playin' with Glocks, they Gen5, but we add switches

[Verse 3: GrindHard E]
Dick wasn't enough in the Glock, so I grabbed some titties
Bitch pretty in the face, but need ass and titties
What I look like turnin' myself— ah, fuck
What I look like turnin' myself in? They gon' have to come get me
Go outta town, I'ma shop when I land, ain't no baggage with me
If the price right on the 'bows, then I'm grabbin' twenty
I know a nigga that'll rob his own blood and won't show no sympathy
I know a nigga killed all his own opps, he ain't got no enemies
He got hit in the head, he ain't die, but lost all his memories
Fuck my bitch for twenty, thirty minutes, drained all my energy
Fucked the bitch, but quick fuckin' with her 'cause we ain't have no chemistry
Cut off anybody do some fuck shit, nigga, fuck our history