GRAND PRIX by T7 Lyrics

[Intro: T7]
Ayo pass me the lighter nigga, shit
You seen my keys dawg
Aight im out see y'all


[Verse 1 : T7]
Might just hop out the vert
Yo bitch gon hop out her skirt
And I stay whipping that work
Hop in the whip and I skrt
I'm getting so high, yeah im taking a trip
I run in yo house, take yo shit then I dip
I got the style, yeah I walk with the drip
Got a grip on my nine, load the clip on my nine
I got a AR under my bed
I gotta fast car hear that shit rev
Speed in the whip like nascar
Like nascar

[Verse 2: T7]
Smoking diesel, whipping a diesel
Nowadays a young nigga so evil
Moving that white like i'm Rico
Bank account, lots of zeros
I got 8 accounts, then a main account
And got 8M's in each account
Large amounts, something to think about

[Outro: T7]
Might just hop out the vert
Yo bitch gon hop out her skirt
And I stay whipping that work
Hop in the whip and I skrt