Tesla Speed
Yeah, yeah
(Deliver The Crush)
In a Tesla
I've been on some hot shit, uh
Yeah, okay
Hot shit, hot shit, I've been on some hot shit
Beefing with lil' Faygo, boy, I promise that is not it
Run up on me wrong, lil' nigga, you gon' catch a hot clip
Beef over a bitch, lil' nigga, no, I do not simp
I told lil' baby we finna swerve
If it's static, you want pressure, what's the word?
I can't love you, baby, kick it to the curb
I be countin' numbers up like I'm a nerd
Full speed in that Tesla, ride around too reckless
She said, "Boy, you next up," I told her to neck up
I get cake for breakfast, leave a nigga headless
Yes, I had to man up, turn him to a dancer
Your shorty gon' flip when she see bands, yeah
To be honest, baby, I don't give a damn now
Hit a juug, spend the bands, I ain't ran out
You know you can't be me, so tell me what's your plan now?
Better not let lil' Faygo catch ya, that boy go bananas
Long clip, banana, you got caught before you ran up
"How the hell he do that?" Man, I thought you knew that
Thought I was finna play with niggas, man, how could you assume that?
I told lil' baby we finna swerve
If it's static, you want pressure, what's the word?
I can't love you, baby, kick it to the curb
I be countin' numbers up like I'm a nerd
Full speed in that Tesla, ride around too reckless
She said, "Boy, you next up," I told her to neck up
I get cake for breakfast, leave a nigga headless
Yes, I had to man up, turn him to a dancer
Why you chasing, girl? I told you let me go
I'm a rockstar, baby, can't be trustin' every hoe
Said, "Lil' boy, you better know," lil' Faygo gon' get that dough
Faygo this, Faygo that, shut up and go get your own
Know why they won't leave me 'lone?
'Cause they mad that they some clowns
Finna take over the system, and they mad 'cause they not on
Man, DK gon' shoot the hoe, quick tip, bro gotta reload
Now his shorty wanna fuck, she told me not to tell a soul, yeah
I told lil' baby we finna swerve
If it's static, you want pressure, what's the word?
I can't love you, baby, kick it to the curb
I be countin' numbers up like I'm a nerd
Full speed in that Tesla, ride around too reckless
She said, "Boy, you next up," I told her to neck up
I get cake for breakfast, leave a nigga headless
Yes, I had to man up, turn him to a dancer
(Deliver The Crush)
In a Tesla
I've been on some hot shit, uh
Yeah, okay
Hot shit, hot shit, I've been on some hot shit
Beefing with lil' Faygo, boy, I promise that is not it
Run up on me wrong, lil' nigga, you gon' catch a hot clip
Beef over a bitch, lil' nigga, no, I do not simp
I told lil' baby we finna swerve
If it's static, you want pressure, what's the word?
I can't love you, baby, kick it to the curb
I be countin' numbers up like I'm a nerd
Full speed in that Tesla, ride around too reckless
She said, "Boy, you next up," I told her to neck up
I get cake for breakfast, leave a nigga headless
Yes, I had to man up, turn him to a dancer
Your shorty gon' flip when she see bands, yeah
To be honest, baby, I don't give a damn now
Hit a juug, spend the bands, I ain't ran out
You know you can't be me, so tell me what's your plan now?
Better not let lil' Faygo catch ya, that boy go bananas
Long clip, banana, you got caught before you ran up
"How the hell he do that?" Man, I thought you knew that
Thought I was finna play with niggas, man, how could you assume that?
I told lil' baby we finna swerve
If it's static, you want pressure, what's the word?
I can't love you, baby, kick it to the curb
I be countin' numbers up like I'm a nerd
Full speed in that Tesla, ride around too reckless
She said, "Boy, you next up," I told her to neck up
I get cake for breakfast, leave a nigga headless
Yes, I had to man up, turn him to a dancer
Why you chasing, girl? I told you let me go
I'm a rockstar, baby, can't be trustin' every hoe
Said, "Lil' boy, you better know," lil' Faygo gon' get that dough
Faygo this, Faygo that, shut up and go get your own
Know why they won't leave me 'lone?
'Cause they mad that they some clowns
Finna take over the system, and they mad 'cause they not on
Man, DK gon' shoot the hoe, quick tip, bro gotta reload
Now his shorty wanna fuck, she told me not to tell a soul, yeah
I told lil' baby we finna swerve
If it's static, you want pressure, what's the word?
I can't love you, baby, kick it to the curb
I be countin' numbers up like I'm a nerd
Full speed in that Tesla, ride around too reckless
She said, "Boy, you next up," I told her to neck up
I get cake for breakfast, leave a nigga headless
Yes, I had to man up, turn him to a dancer
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Writer(s): Andre Burt
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