The Race Freestyle by K$avagee Lyrics
[Verse 1: FYM Cody]
You say you want it, well that pressure on the way
Cause FBN be tha click i'm throwing folk up in ya face
Camden County we ain't never beat that mother fucking case
I'm on papers smoking loud, screaming fuck probation
When we run down catch you lacking we gonna take it
Smith and Wesson 30 rounds and ain't no mother fucking safety
Insane put it on folk, got young hittas always on go
Have a white nigga show up on yo porch
Chain smoking them dirty poles, I don't smoke weed that's P.O, need loud you know where to go
Still serving packs through the burglar door
Still got that [?], still got that extendo
Its hollow tip the the brim too, my stick get a clean crew
Got a bad bitch and she'll put it to you, no average she a savage she say shit ima blast it, her lips as tight as her ass is, and that Glock hot as my dash is
Doing 100 we dashing, cops ask dont say shit you already know where that sack is she a hood bitch she stashed it
[Verse 2: K$avagee]
(Ay, Yah) Man I be smoking on big backwoods to the face (to the face)
Hit my weed cause you gon think that, that shits laced (that shits laced)
Heavy metal out in public check my waste (check my waste) (Boom Boom Boom)
Keep it on me cause you know, niggas out here snakes (out here snakes)
Heard the feds on me tryna build a case (build a case) (what the fuck)
But fuck that case, do Lil TayK hit the race, I hit the race
Got my bands now lil mamma wanna date (she wanna date)
But I can't cuff no hoe, no bitch I dont want no bae (dont want no bae)
50, 50, glizzy, glizzy, since he want to play
I'm outcha gettin money, why these niggas tryna hate
If you ain't talking money please get up out my way (face)
Yo bitch she really basic and her breath, it smell like ape shit
[Verse 3: FYM Boobee]
Im straight up out of jail, and I did the dash (Im back)
Them other niggas frontin, and now we on they ass (pussy)
40 get to spittin everybody mad (gah, gah, gah)
I wanna rock expensive clothes, and nigga drive a jag (skrrr)
You move to much, you do to much, you talk to [?] (he snitchin)
Don't want a call, don't need a phone, dont want a race. (pussy bitch)
Don't even ask me the price, cause we gonna rob g (take him down)
The other nigga flexin, we dont sneak diss (pussy) (chains rattling)
You say you want it, well that pressure on the way
Cause FBN be tha click i'm throwing folk up in ya face
Camden County we ain't never beat that mother fucking case
I'm on papers smoking loud, screaming fuck probation
When we run down catch you lacking we gonna take it
Smith and Wesson 30 rounds and ain't no mother fucking safety
Insane put it on folk, got young hittas always on go
Have a white nigga show up on yo porch
Chain smoking them dirty poles, I don't smoke weed that's P.O, need loud you know where to go
Still serving packs through the burglar door
Still got that [?], still got that extendo
Its hollow tip the the brim too, my stick get a clean crew
Got a bad bitch and she'll put it to you, no average she a savage she say shit ima blast it, her lips as tight as her ass is, and that Glock hot as my dash is
Doing 100 we dashing, cops ask dont say shit you already know where that sack is she a hood bitch she stashed it
[Verse 2: K$avagee]
(Ay, Yah) Man I be smoking on big backwoods to the face (to the face)
Hit my weed cause you gon think that, that shits laced (that shits laced)
Heavy metal out in public check my waste (check my waste) (Boom Boom Boom)
Keep it on me cause you know, niggas out here snakes (out here snakes)
Heard the feds on me tryna build a case (build a case) (what the fuck)
But fuck that case, do Lil TayK hit the race, I hit the race
Got my bands now lil mamma wanna date (she wanna date)
But I can't cuff no hoe, no bitch I dont want no bae (dont want no bae)
50, 50, glizzy, glizzy, since he want to play
I'm outcha gettin money, why these niggas tryna hate
If you ain't talking money please get up out my way (face)
Yo bitch she really basic and her breath, it smell like ape shit
[Verse 3: FYM Boobee]
Im straight up out of jail, and I did the dash (Im back)
Them other niggas frontin, and now we on they ass (pussy)
40 get to spittin everybody mad (gah, gah, gah)
I wanna rock expensive clothes, and nigga drive a jag (skrrr)
You move to much, you do to much, you talk to [?] (he snitchin)
Don't want a call, don't need a phone, dont want a race. (pussy bitch)
Don't even ask me the price, cause we gonna rob g (take him down)
The other nigga flexin, we dont sneak diss (pussy) (chains rattling)