GRAN TURISMO

[Chorus]
Diamonds dance no disco, got the drip like Pepto Bismo
Found ya chance, you missed whoa, now you activating sick mode
Climate climbing with smoke, I stay way too hot, inferno
Like a siren I go off and dash like it’s Gran Turismo

[Verse]
Everything else around me is a blur
In a full swing, everything occurred
Who’s he to say we just errors?
Can’t be duplicated, pick an era
Calculated with it, being clever
I’m agitated by they weak endeavors
Can’t confiscate this, got this shit forever
I just demonstrate, challenge whoever
Chopping the tuner kit, dropping newer shit
I took their word and still peeped they ain't too legit
Niggas like birds and fly away with moving lips
Ratting their boys out for the clout again
Chatting with pigs, now they get out the pen
Rattle your wig, with a round for your insolence
Ya'll just spatting BS over instruments
Niggas are plagues and I’m gonna get rid of em

[Chorus]
Diamonds dance no disco, got the drip like Pepto Bismo
Found ya chance, you missed whoa, now you activating sick mode
Climate climbing with smoke, I stay way too hot, inferno
Like a siren I go off and dash like it’s Gran Turismo
Diamonds dance no disco, got the drip like Pepto Bismo
Found ya chance, you missed whoa, now you activating sick mode
Climate climbing with smoke, I stay way too hot, inferno
Like a siren I go off and dash like it’s Gran Turismo