Sheeesh
See you don’t want to test me, I come through in an FC cutThat NOS hot, I drop the top and hit that effing buttonI grab the wheel like my granddaddy left me somethingIt’s a half a mil’ but he said it best be custom (aye, look)
That rotary motor better be holding me downWhere there’s tires there’s smokeAnd I’m choking ’em out, I’m controlling the crowdI’m banging, I’m bringin’ the heatTell me how much angle you needThat turbo put a baby to sleep (ch-ch-ch-chhh)Baby got brap
Yo, and when I pass ’em in a panic they be asking why I do ’em like thatI get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clappedI’m out here hittin’ limiters, and just because we similar don’t means that it’s facts (watch out)That engine bay be hot so I ain’t gotta say a lot ’cause baby got
That candy paint look like rose goldAll new parts for my whips they got a old soulI’m big timin’, my bitch behind me gettin’ the roll onWrong color smoke, you would think I was tryna coal roll
Ay, what’s up with GMG?He ‘on’t wanna see me gleamThat’s 350z, Sylvia pickle thingI ain’t got no catalytic converter, but you see the dreamIf hater’s got beef, it must be vegan meatBaby got brap
Yo, and when I pass ’em in a panic they be askin’ why I do ’em like thatI get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clappedI’m out here hittin’ limiters, and just because we similar don’t means that it’s facts (watch out)That engine bay be hot so I ain’t gotta say a lot ’cause baby got
Me and Haraguchi, that’s the same thing (same thing)Hot boy RX-7s, you know he the king (king tings)Fat Garrett turbo, make that engine singHaitian boy with a dream, call me Martin Luther wingNappy boy Auto in this bitch (permanent)
We work for this, and now it’s Mortal Kombat in the tournamentWe be laughing in the driver’s seat, but it ain’t a skitShit can go left real fast, check the angle kitI taught Pain how to slide on the track (yeah)Then Pain taught me how to slide on the track (yeah)Twerkstallion don’t go brap, that bitch got a v8That motherfucker go gyaaa
Fenders thicker than a Snicker, let me tandem with yaBlack-owned and driven, maybe you can tandem with usBut that’s just me and I can say that that’s that‘Cause I got four RX-7s and at least one of themBaby’s got brap
Yo, and when I pass ’em in a panic they be asking why I do ’em like thatI get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clappedI’m out here hittin’ limiters, and just because we similar don’t means that it’s facts (watch out)That engine bay be hot so I ain’t gotta say a lot ’cause baby got (brrr)
