The Race - Remix

I-I-I'm Lil' Tay-K I don't think you want no action (21, 21)
You want action? You get turned into past tense (into past tense)
Your boys deep? Well, let's get to subtractin' (buh, buh)
Smith and Wesson made my nine with some compassion (skrrt)

Fuck-fuck-fuck a beat I was tryna beat the case (gang-gang)
But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
Beat it up, where I nut shorty face (lil' bitch)
Eli Blast crackin' 4's like a vase (gang)

Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob-rob-rob a niggas shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face

Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat her face (21)
Put it in your mouth, ah, how it taste? (Lil' bitch)
Backend nigga, that's a 100k (on God)
Four shows, nigga I can buy a Wraith (skrrt, skrrt)

My street cred platinum, ain't nothin' fake (21)
Pulled up to the Slut Walk with a K (bitch)
You a internet gangster, I'm a ape (21)
Young Savage, Zone 6, EA (on God)
Hundred round drum hangin' off the drake (pew-pew-pew)
Instagram Live got him killed broad day (on God)
You can have the pussy, I want the face (21)
I ain't tryna cuff you, I don't want no case

Fuck-fuck-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
Beat it up, where I nut shorty face (gang-gang)
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase

Pop a nigga then I go out my way (grrah, grrah)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob-rob-rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face (bling)

Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day (play pimp)
Bitch I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K paint the way (young simp)
Choppa turn your doodies into fish fillet (lil' bitch)
I-I-I woke up too moody, who gon' die today? (Grr)

Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfuckin' face (grrah, grrah)
We-we-we cookin' up, boy, you don't wanna go that way (that way, that way)
Gotta go that way, you get robbed for your rackades (rackades, rackades)
Gotta go that way, boy you not gon' be happy

I-I-I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy (pew)
Bitch try to rob me, make her dance, Michael Jackson (skrrt)
We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the pack in (lil' bitch)
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction (give me that shit)

Fuck-fuck-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case (gang-gang)
But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
Beat it up, where I nut shorty face (lil' bitch)
Eli Blast crackin' 4s like a vase (gang)

You want the drama? We got the drama
For you and your folks, them (folks)
Whole lotta guns, whole lotta choppa
Whole lotta smoke for them (whole lotta smoke for them)
Whole lotta mothafuckin' yellow tape
You don't wanna smoke with them (you don't wanna smoke)
That's about me, young nigga from the streets
Straight up PDE (straight up)

Shoot a mothafucka straight up in the face, closed case
Nigga, ask 'bout me (he slimin')
Nigga, I'm so gutta with it, I'm slimin'
Young nigga, I get with it (I get with it)
I'm with the shits, is you with the shits?
Nigga, I don't think you with the shits (I don't think you with the shits)
Do you got that stick? 'Cause I tote that stick
Nigga, that's some daily shit, yeah (daily shit)

I'll pitaroll a nigga if I got to (pitaroll a nigga)
Nigga, don't make me pull this stick out, I might chop you (I might chop you, chop you, yeah)
Nigga poppin' like some bitches (bitches)
Go across your head and, nigga, you ain't gon' need no stitches (you ain't gon' need stitches)

Fuck-fuck-fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case (gang-gang)
But I ain't beat that case, bitch, I did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
Beat it up, where I nut shorty face (lil' bitch)
Eli Blast crackin' 4s like a vase (gang)

Pop a nigga then I go out my way (skrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob-rob-rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnid bands in our face (pew)



Credits
Writer(s): Shayaa Bin Abraham Joseph, Taymor Mcintyre, Quantavious Thomas
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