Speed Racer

Speed racing bag chasing
Yea
Yea yeaah yeah
Speed racing bag chasing
Yeah yea yeaah
I remember pushing
Impalas now
I'm pushing
Foreign
Givenchy
When i hit the stage like
August I swear I fucking
Love it
I had to separate from
Niggas
Who made my spirit bubbly
They say they love me
No
Loyalty cant even trust them
Alot a say there for ya but
Really it be fuck em
To many friends will spread you
Thin like some
Fucking butter I knew some friends
That was friends and they pose to been
Bloodas
Speed racing threw that jungle got
Yo trust fucked up
Every day you taking
Chances when you tryna double dont five asf what it take you know
You gotta hustle
Get it off the
Muscle
It's time to get a
Duffle
Closed mouths dont get
Feed and I ain't
Muzzled
Niggas looking puzzled
But imma count a hunned
I put it on my mama
Mf the drama
I put the city on my
Back so mf who plotting
Cause I'm
Speed racing
Bag chasing
Yeah yeah
Yeah yea
Speed racing bag chasing yeah
Yea yeah yeah!
I remember being broke this shit wasn't funny I had to get off my ass and go and count some money
For the love of the money
She'll skew the crew for it
And yo nigga ain't yo
Niggas if they curious
For it
Crabpot done
Turn a pearl into a
Pot of gold I'll sell the whole pack
But never sell my soul
24k solid
Nigga 904
Drip me in the acid
I'll bleed but I'll never fold
Fuck all my enemies they
Know they need more
Its ain't a weapon that's formed
That fo against me tho
They wanna test me n stretch me
For moving forward tho
But how I feel mf a lil pussy
Hope
Speed racing bag chasing
Yeah yea yeaah
Yeahhh



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Writer(s): Preston Jones
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