The Race Remix by K$tG Lyrics
Intro
Shoutout my nigga Lj, Reese, Zay Honcho, Vinny Bandz, abd all them other niggas grinding, yea, ayy
Verse
Fuck a cop, I was tryna keep a Glock
If you run up you get pop
You gone drop, and I won’t stop
All these niggas is some opps
Talking shit cause they got locks
Shoot a nigga on his block
Bitch I’ll aim it at yo top
No body shots, but get yo body shot
If you tryna flock
All these niggas is some pussys how they really be on cock
At no street rapper, but I eat rappers
That I don’t like
Run bitch we won’t fight
In the night my niggas pull the pipe
U gone see the light, in a fright
Grip that pistol tight, shoot you and yo wife
End yo fucking life
Fuck the crap, I go get the pack
Tell that bitch to bring it back
Run it to the trap, make a pack
Then we run her like a track
Fuck the rap, you niggas is so wack
Get up off y’all ass, so y’all can get bag
Cause y’all don’t
And we ain’t bout to dance
I don’t throw no hands
Shoot you and yo mans
With that drum just like a band. Ain’t no fan
Cause none of you Niggas cold
U niggas fake like y’all chains with that gold
Shit be looking like it’s mold
I’m just cold and niggas fucking know it
I’m sick of hear time for you niggas to show it
Tell that nigga get a job so he can throw on it
And if I catch his bitch slipping know she gone blow on it
I just went and got a bag and got some mo on it
Give me the fucking beat watch how I’m gone flow on it
Hook
I did the race I did the speed I did the dash
I fucked yo bitch I stacked my chips I got some cash
I took yo bitch I can give a fuck if you mad
Get off my dick and get you a mother fucking bag
I did the race I did the speed I did the dash
I fucked yo bitch I stacked my chips I got some cash
I took yo bitch I can give a fuck if you mad
Get off my dick and get you a mother fucking bag
Bitch
Shoutout my nigga Lj, Reese, Zay Honcho, Vinny Bandz, abd all them other niggas grinding, yea, ayy
Verse
Fuck a cop, I was tryna keep a Glock
If you run up you get pop
You gone drop, and I won’t stop
All these niggas is some opps
Talking shit cause they got locks
Shoot a nigga on his block
Bitch I’ll aim it at yo top
No body shots, but get yo body shot
If you tryna flock
All these niggas is some pussys how they really be on cock
At no street rapper, but I eat rappers
That I don’t like
Run bitch we won’t fight
In the night my niggas pull the pipe
U gone see the light, in a fright
Grip that pistol tight, shoot you and yo wife
End yo fucking life
Fuck the crap, I go get the pack
Tell that bitch to bring it back
Run it to the trap, make a pack
Then we run her like a track
Fuck the rap, you niggas is so wack
Get up off y’all ass, so y’all can get bag
Cause y’all don’t
And we ain’t bout to dance
I don’t throw no hands
Shoot you and yo mans
With that drum just like a band. Ain’t no fan
Cause none of you Niggas cold
U niggas fake like y’all chains with that gold
Shit be looking like it’s mold
I’m just cold and niggas fucking know it
I’m sick of hear time for you niggas to show it
Tell that nigga get a job so he can throw on it
And if I catch his bitch slipping know she gone blow on it
I just went and got a bag and got some mo on it
Give me the fucking beat watch how I’m gone flow on it
Hook
I did the race I did the speed I did the dash
I fucked yo bitch I stacked my chips I got some cash
I took yo bitch I can give a fuck if you mad
Get off my dick and get you a mother fucking bag
I did the race I did the speed I did the dash
I fucked yo bitch I stacked my chips I got some cash
I took yo bitch I can give a fuck if you mad
Get off my dick and get you a mother fucking bag
Bitch