Motorsport

[Intro]
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Yeah
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Whoop

[Verse]
Motorsport
Put that thing in sport
660 that horsepower, 560 that torque
Feds chase me, I do laps around Reagan Airport
I go to pay off the judge, I park it right in the court
My transmission Italian, my chick in it, Nigerian
Her father owns the university, I just might have to marry her
South African gold necklace her dude got her for Christmas
We goin' to melt it, then flip it
This ain't pimpin', this business
I put bitches in position
I put bitches in position
I hide the weed in the rearview, she strap the coke to the suspension
Up and down like bitcoin, them stocks realtors got clearance
Turn radious vicious, we hit corners, pass interference
Sunset color paint job on that 18 McLaren
Even babies be starin', chrome wheel pipes, T and Tamara
I cop the whip in Maryland, just to race them in Paris
Jumpin' cars over yachts, shit look like Fast and Furious
My name evolves from the interior
The rap onto this black chrome
That [?]
Look like it came with a back phone
Got 1160 horses, I'm dustin' all state troopers
I pass cameras so fast, that the pictures be from the future
Like, oh no, this ain't a blooper
Like, oh no, this ain't a scooter
That fire come out that exhaust
Y'all like, oh no, nigga, they shootin'
Shift gears with my knuckle
I role up when I'm cruisin'
This car a big-ass computer
I get computers pewtin'
Like Vladimir, nigga, I'm outta here
That's a four-speed, boy, you outta years
The way I'm doin' this beat right now, I'ma have to get me some tatted tears
Rap niggas can't test me
Not the worst me, not the best me
They all wanna be messy
They ain't just gay, they zesty
Zoom zoom
You other niggas, you best worry
I grew up that Lambo, one test drive had my chest hairy
Nah, nigga, don't cop out, you was just basic, don't get scary
'Cause you know I land shots when I pull up, nigga, Steph Curry