Speed Racing Lyrics by Kay Flock & B-Lovee
Like Goddamn, huh (Goddamn)
Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like
Oh, he getting 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 died from a leg shot (Baby)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot
Already sweeped them, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purging on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin’ on the cops
He tryna run, he speed racin’, Beretta got a kick spinnin’ till 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’ till that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (Bitch)
They some chumps, all them n***** ran (Pussy)
Glizzy start to sprayin’, wavin’ like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Dougz B was spinnin’ off of Xans
Spinnin’ through the lands, 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 died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah, boom)
Already sweeped them, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purging on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin’ on the cops
He tryna run, he speed racin’, Beretta got a kick spinnin’ till 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’ till that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy)
They some chumps, all them n***** ran (Bitch)
Glizzy start to sprayin’, wavin’ like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans (Grrah-grrah, boom, n****, so fuckin’ clear the room, bitch)
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans
Run Ricky, ran
Run Ricky, ran (Run that up, Rico)
I get up on ’em, swear that I’m tact’
I get up on ’em, 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 the 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 n**** try to bunny hop, you gon’ see a bunch of n***** 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 n**** shot, he up on the news
Bitch, I’m from the trenches, it ain’t nothin’ new
Kay-Kay brought the mop, so I brought the broom (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Creep on the opps, like “Who that?”
Throw up the Gs, 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 nine on my side
I cannot die in the streets, I got the choppas, slide when it’s beef (Grrah-grrah)
I’m tough enough to go spin on my dolie, I don’t need no one to ride on my side
Totin’ the Glock, he give out a four-piece
I see the opps, you know I’ma fire
I see the opps, 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 (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 died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah boom)
Already sweeped them, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purging on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin’ on the cops
He tryna run, he speed racin’, Beretta got a kick spinnin’ till 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’ till that bitch jam
He tried run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy)
They some chumps, all them n***** ran (Bitch)
Glizzy start to sprayin’, wavin’ like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)
(Run that up, Rico)