Race in McLaren by Elijah Holcomb Lyrics

Aye, kill the beats, I will always beat the case
Stack the K, I'm not with the faking but I let then hate
Never late, screaming free Tekashi, cops they fake
Racketeering? Bish, we know that case is fake
Free Tay-K, yeah they arrested
I'm surprised they ain't let it spray
Stop the talkin', if you got it then just pull on up and say
Why she mad?
Cause we got it , man she going out her way
Fish fillet, stack it and run it up, don't matter what she say
Say she hard but no she ain't
She ain't never fought a day
She ain't never man up
She just wanna hate. So, she lame
I'm not tryna catcha case, I'm just making my own way
And she finite, man she need to quit swervin in my lane
Designer on my Patek, that ain't no Rollie that's a Frank
Givenchy on my collar
Couple mil up in the bank
That's ain't Gucci, you a goofy, I said quit speaking in my name
Say she likes my Ghost, but it ain't no Ghost
Ho, this a Wraith
Slat!