Forza

Hop in the whip like it's Forza
Need for speed with the doors off
Need a bulletproof tour bus
Just for when I'm smoking tuna
One day imma be a ruler
Here peasants take my shoes off
With my girl under Luna
She give me brain she's a tutor

Pullin up quick in a nsx
We ain't coming now
But we coming up next
They like how I flex
They like how I dress
But if they try to be me they gone be upset
I just want this I just need that
I'm coming for you all
yea I'm claiming all the plaques
And once you start to fall
I'm claiming all the fans
Imma playing the whole game
While they fall in to my hands
Like I'm tryna be at my best right now
So when I'm coming up
Yea I can't back down
When I look around
all I see are these clowns
Get on a track and I'm mowing them down ounce in my bag so I'm breaking it down
Weed so loud stands out in the crowd
Smoking in a Tesla I don't hear a sound
So high I don't think we're driving on ground
I don't think we're driving on ground
Cyber truck UFO through your town
I don't wanna come back down right now
Having way to much fun with the crown
Turn the speakers up play the bangers full sound
This is the closest thing to heaven right now
I'm way to high smoking og crown
I don't wanna come back down right now
Let's play my sound like

Hop in the whip like it's Forza
Need for speed with the doors off
Need a bulletproof tour bus
Just for when I'm smoking tuna
One day imma be a ruler
Here peasants take my shoes off
With my girl under Luna
She give me brain she's a tutor

Racing thru the street like we crash bandicoot
Hit that drift tires sliding easier than lube
Imma do the shit you don't think that I can do
I've been making records they don't know what I've been doing

I've been grinding hard
Really tryna start
Working on my dreams gotta protect my heart
If I don't do this I'll be in dark
Wondering why I never even made it far
I'd probably blow up like a battle star
But for now gotta hide all my battle scars
be one with myself like an avatar
So I can stay on my path like a ship to mars
I feel like a prophet
there music is garbage
I'm revving my engine I'm driving right by them they'll hate me regardless
These bitches are starving
They think they're minajs
They plastic they're bodies acting like thotties that's good for your daughters
I'm really not tryna hate tho
Good for you oh you got a Range Rove
I'm out here I'm tryna lay low
But my minds tryna drop a pavelow
I'm out here smoking cookie
Chilling with a fucking Wookiee
Top down take a lookie
Supreme all on my hoodie
Loud up in my woodie we

Hop in the whip like it's Forza
Need for speed with the doors off
Need a bulletproof tour bus
Just for when I'm smoking tuna
One day imma be a ruler
Here peasants take my shoes off
With my girl under Luna
She give me brain she's a tutor

Racing thru the street like we crash bandicoot
Hit that drift tires sliding easier than lube
Imma do the shit you don't think that I can do
I've been making records they don't know what I've been doing



Credits
Writer(s): Colby Larson
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