Kay Flock and B-Lovee - Speed Racing

Like goddamn, huh (goddamn)
Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like
Oh, he gettin' shot (like)
I'll spin his block, like
(Run that up, Rico)

I dare a Drilly pop up in the spot, like (bitch)
Oh, I make it hot
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head, he ducked from a leg shot (baby)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot
Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, spittin' 'til it land (grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (boom)
Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (bitch)
They some chumps, all them niggas ran (pussy)
'Glizzy start to sprayin', wavin' like a fan (grrah-grrah, boom) (run that up, Rico)

Dougz B spinnin' off of Xan's
Spinnin' through the Lam, switchin' up the plan
Told bro, "Fuck it, we gon' bend through"
If we see the cops, they gon' stop us from flamin'
Told brodie, "Don't chase 'em, let that boy roll with the beam"
I got accuracy, aimin' (I got him)
Hollows, they hit him and ripped through his neck
Watch how that shit rearrange him

I dare a Drilly pop up in the spot, like (bitch)
Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch)
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head, he ducked from a leg shot (grrah-grrah, boom)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom)
Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops (run that up, Rico)
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, spit until it land (bitch)
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (pussy)
They some chumps, all them niggas ran (bitch)
'Glizzy start to sprayin', wavin' like a fan (grrah-grrah, boom)

(Uh-huh) Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans
(Grrah-grrah, boom, nigga, so fuckin' clear the room, bitch)
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans
Runnin' Ricky, ran (I swear that I'm-)
Runnin' Ricky, ran (run that up, Rico)

I get up on 'em, I swear that I'm tact' (uh-huh)
I get up on 'em, I swear that I'm different
I see the opposition, I attack
I see the opposition, I start clickin'
Hop out the OJ, tweak on the opp strip
She give her whole face, she on some thot shit
Call up my goon, we start opp shoppin'
Call up the set, they still Glock shoppin' (gang, gang, gang)
And I dare a gunner pop up in the spot
You gon' see me up this motherfuckin' Glock (grrah-grrah)
I dare a nigga try to bunny hop, you gon' see a bunch of niggas bodies drop
And we movin' too tact' 'cause we got some new straps, and we tryna boom
And we got some new opps, we gon' make 'em a new pack, put 'em on the moon (run that up, Rico)
No, I can't let up, I swear I'm in beast mode
My goons hold Berettas, they ran in like three homes
They tryna link up, they heard what I do
I keep me a TEC in case they tryna loot
Another nigga shot, he up on the news
Bitch, I'm from the trenches, it ain't nothin' new
Kay-Kay brung the mop, so I brung the broom (grrah-grrah, boom)
Creep on the opps, like, "Who that?"
Throw up the Gz, you know we gon' shoot that
Caught that boy lackin' and we tried to pack him
Swear that he lucky, had God on his side
We really shoot movies, we ain't no actors
I walk around with that .9 on my side
I cannot die in the streets, I got the choppas, slide when it's beef (grrah-grrah) (run that up, Rico)
I'm tough enough to go spin by my dolie, I don't need no one to ride by my side
Totin' a Glocky, he give out a four-piece
I see the opps, and you know I'ma fire
I see the opps, and you know I'm flockin', I made it hot in this bitch
Let out them shots if he bunny hoppin', we made it hot in this shit

I dare a Drilly pop up in the spot, like (uh-huh, bitch, dummy)
Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch)
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head, he ducked from a leg shot (uh-huh, grrah-grrah, boom)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah boom)
Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops (run that up, Rico)
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, spit until it land (bitch)
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands (grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (pussy)
They some chumps, all them niggas ran (bitch)
Glizzy start to sprayin', wavin' like a fan (grrah-grrah, boom)

(Run that up, Rico)

Written by:
Kevin Perez, Quayshawn Cannon

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