The Race (Remix)

[Verse 1]
I cracked a wood and dropped an eighth (dropped an eighth)
I took that blunt right to the face (smoking dope)
What you re-up on I smoke that in a day
Burning fat woods get them swishers out my face

[Hook]
Yeah they know my name but they don't know bout me (don't know me)
If you don't know me then don't ask me bout the streets
Yeah he talking slick but he don't want no beef (he a bitch)
Bitch my gun expensive and that talk is cheap (pow pow)
I keep a glizzy right up on my waist (on my waist)
Cause before I die I rather catch a case
Don't make me shoot you in your motherfucking face (pow pow)
Let out shots and then I do the race (skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 2]
He a mouse, he be squeaking to police (you a bitch)
When we catch him we gon put him on TV (boom boom)
Fuck what he saying he only savage on a beat (fucking phoney)
Big-ass 40's shells knock him off his feet (boom boom)
I got that top, now I'm done, you can keep that bitch (jeez)
Running with that bag, pockets full of blue strips (them bands)
Flexing with that pack, we run up in your shit (gimme that)
Rob the plug now we taking all his licks (fucking goofy)
Fuck that Quali, bitch I'm leaning off this Wockhardt (wock wock)
So much purple in my Sprite, bitch I'm a wockstar (wock wock)
And I'm walking in Balmains not no Rockstars
I put a thirty in a toaster like a pop-tart (thirty thirty)

[Hook]
Yeah they know my name but they don't know bout me (nah)
If you don't know me then don't ask me bout the streets (bitch)
Yeah he talking slick but he don't want no beef (hell no)
Bitch my gun expensive and that talk is cheap
I keep a glizzy right up on my waist (glizzy glizzy)
Cause before I die I rather catch a case
Don't make me shoot you in your motherfucking face (pow pow)
Let out shots and then I do the race (skrrt skrrt)

[Outro]
Bitch you know how the fuck we rocking man
Whole lotta gang shit
2k17 shit man, rubber band cartel shit
Gang gang gang gang