Wrist Red Racer

[Intro: YungJZAisDead]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah-oh
Damn

[Verse 1: YungJZAisDead]
Pull up in that speed racer, feel like Hazey
I feel like Toshi, these hoes they know me
Foreign color rain blue, it looks amazing
Black my eyes, black my eyes, feel like she hates me
I been flipping white like it's the 80s
I got bitches fucking bitches, it was crazy
Cut my wrists, black my eyes, how I feel lately
Wrists cry in the night 'til you pay me
9K, all alone, all alone
Digi dash with the all-black flip phone
Cold World Gang, yeah bitch, cause my heart cold
Blacked out at the race, it feel like Hell froze
(Damn, I got Gucci on, my eyes are black
I feel like she hates me
Feel like Toshi, bitch, I'm Hazey
I'm flipping Yoshi and I'm hazy)

[Verse 2: Hazey]
Yeah, foreign color wrist red
Wake up every morning wishing that my bitch was dead
I wish I had a bullet straight through my head
But I'ma pop these bars and blackout instead
She calling up my phone, says she hate me
Ask the little bitch, "Why you date me?"
If you don't like Hazey, bitch, you crazy
If you don't like Hazey, bitch, you crazy
Cold World Gang, shoutout young bleach
You can't touch my bars, is you dumb, bitch?
Came out the water with extended clips
Shoot at any opp, then you know I dip
Skirt off in my racer, lean no chaser
I will never chase her, I'll finesse you out your paper

[Verse 3: Toshi]
Toshi, Speed Racer
She goin' give me top, then I'm finna play her
I'm out here balling, smoking like a Laker
Baby, I will just see you later
Call up Hazey, then I pop a couple 'dro
Said she want to come over and fucking smoke
Told her, "Hell no, just give me throat
Baby girl, then you got to fucking go"
I'm off so many Xanax, I'm off so many Percocet
Toshi Speed Racer, baby, I stay in my lane
I'm getting high like a motherfucking Soul Plane
She call me up, she want to fuck
I'm out here in these streets, finessing, getting bucks
Baby you don't want my guap, what's up?
I thought that you liked to finesse the plugs