GT500

[Chorus: REV]
100 on the dash, goin' fast in my race car
GT500 pass by, and it breaks hearts
Silver on my belt, big rings on my hand
City of the angels, but they let the devil dance
Yeah, get out the way (Way)
Too much on my plate (On my plate)
How you look down on me, but do a double take
I'm the bad guy, um
Might be her cure, 'cause I made her boy cry (Cry)

[Verse 1: REV]
Got you sobbin', why you move in caution?
Fuck that other dude, I put your mans in a coffin
Ayy, black heart, she layin' on my chest
Rose petals on the bed, with my hand on her neck (On her neck)
Oh, now she switch gears, she got me chasin' on her tail
Girl with a short skirt, makin' my life hell
She made me do a burnout, see how it turn out
Me and Lames ridin' high, like we ain't got a birdhouse (Yuh)

[Verse 2: Lames]
We'll now begin the push-up section
Yuh, yuh
In the whip ridin', movin' low, don't make a sound
Racin' at 200, see me shine, I go, "Kachow!"
Lightning McQueen, I'm with the team
And now I'm high up in the clouds
Your bitch ridin' with me, and she want the lamest now
Yuh, face down, waist up, bring it back again
With you she a nine, but when she with me, she a ten
Burnin' rubber in the ride, and now I'm lookin' like I'm Ben
I don't fuck with Nelk, but now I'm goin' full send
Two, four, five hundred stacks, and I'm good
Call her lumberjack, the way she wanna take my wood (Ayy)
Always stay respectful, now let's get that understood
I just had to let 'em know what's good, and now I got like-

[Chorus: REV]
100 on the dash, goin' fast in my race car
GT500 pass by, and it breaks hearts
Silver on my belt, big rings on my hand
City of the angels, but they let the devil dance
Yeah, get out the way (Way)
Too much on my plate (On my plate)
How you look down on me, but do a double take
I'm the bad guy, um
Might be her cure, 'cause I made her boy cry (Cry, cry, cry, cry)