RACER by KILLXORA Lyrics
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm moving too fast, who's that?
Diamonds on me blue and black
[?] you could move like that
My Prada jeans and Gucci bag
Peanut butter whip, it gon' push like a racer
Cuban cigar, catch the smoke like a hater
[Verse]
Fucking with miss Catherine, a bullet to your artery
Pistol toting nigga, got a white bitch, her name Valery
Cocaine for the fiends, gon' make that nigga lose some calories
He don't wanna duel so gave that nigga a brutality
I keep a ski mask on my dick, including when I'm fucking bitches
I got bullets in my clip, I don't need help, I'm from the trenches
You a pussy on your own block and I'm peepin' all your tendencies
Runnin' from thе cops 'cause if I shoot I'm doing seventy
You might see mе in their video but my niggas in disguise
I keep a pistol for them niggas and it's not gon' leave my side
You be talking all that ra ra shit but not comin' outside
I don't wanna hear excuses 'cause that shit gon' make me slide
I'm a fast bag chaser, big heartbreaker
Got no time for bitches, hit my line, said: "You can take her" (For a price)
Got my dick all in her thighs but she can't stay right by my side
I got thirty in this drum, I'm shooting right between the eyes
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm moving too fast, who's that?
Diamonds on me blue and black
[?] you could move like that
My Prada jeans and Gucci bag
Peanut butter whip, it gon' push like a racer
Cuban cigar, catch the smoke like a hater
I'm moving too fast, who's that?
Diamonds on me blue and black
[?] you could move like that
My Prada jeans and Gucci bag
Peanut butter whip, it gon' push like a racer
Cuban cigar, catch the smoke like a hater
[Outro: [?], [?], Both]
Oh my God, bruh, you almost, you almost
Oh!
[?], you woulda pressed on my testicles and I (Ooh) woulda lost it
Yeah, I'm moving too fast, who's that?
Diamonds on me blue and black
[?] you could move like that
My Prada jeans and Gucci bag
Peanut butter whip, it gon' push like a racer
Cuban cigar, catch the smoke like a hater
[Verse]
Fucking with miss Catherine, a bullet to your artery
Pistol toting nigga, got a white bitch, her name Valery
Cocaine for the fiends, gon' make that nigga lose some calories
He don't wanna duel so gave that nigga a brutality
I keep a ski mask on my dick, including when I'm fucking bitches
I got bullets in my clip, I don't need help, I'm from the trenches
You a pussy on your own block and I'm peepin' all your tendencies
Runnin' from thе cops 'cause if I shoot I'm doing seventy
You might see mе in their video but my niggas in disguise
I keep a pistol for them niggas and it's not gon' leave my side
You be talking all that ra ra shit but not comin' outside
I don't wanna hear excuses 'cause that shit gon' make me slide
I'm a fast bag chaser, big heartbreaker
Got no time for bitches, hit my line, said: "You can take her" (For a price)
Got my dick all in her thighs but she can't stay right by my side
I got thirty in this drum, I'm shooting right between the eyes
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm moving too fast, who's that?
Diamonds on me blue and black
[?] you could move like that
My Prada jeans and Gucci bag
Peanut butter whip, it gon' push like a racer
Cuban cigar, catch the smoke like a hater
I'm moving too fast, who's that?
Diamonds on me blue and black
[?] you could move like that
My Prada jeans and Gucci bag
Peanut butter whip, it gon' push like a racer
Cuban cigar, catch the smoke like a hater
[Outro: [?], [?], Both]
Oh my God, bruh, you almost, you almost
Oh!
[?], you woulda pressed on my testicles and I (Ooh) woulda lost it