Bris - Lightning McQueen lyrics

Aye, I be paranoid hear my heart beat
Knock that boy down if he start reaching
I'm from 42nd Fruitridge Park Heathen
Like Lightning McQueen see his car cheesing
When I catch them up in
Traffic they just start speeding
Every time a opp on offense
I play hard defense
Don't be jumping in the ocean
When it's shark season
All these devils in my head
I think I'm part demon

Big Bs in the building know it's whoop gang
Just bought a tec attach it to a shoe string
Karate classes kicking like it's Liu Kang
Made a method to leave a nigga
Red like it's Wu Tang
Come creeping in your bushes like a racoon
I was that nigga when i had
To pull up in a classroom
You can go up on this drill
Cuz you are half goon
I'm looking like a witch come shoot this
Block up with a black broom
Yeah I did this last drill
Had this drill on me
I can tell if you're stunned
You can't kill no B
Aye, shout out Drew and Deed
They the real OGs
Watch out cuz these niggas undercover
And they pillow speak
Come and wet a nigga block
With these super soakers
Watching how I move and what I say cuz
I don't know no hoot a rollas
Four joy sticks you play with two controllers
Seem like you always do it right
When you do it sober

Aye, I be paranoid hear my heart beat
Knock that boy down if he start reaching
I'm from 42nd Fruitridge Park Heathen
Like Lightning McQueen see his car cheesing
When I catch them up in
Traffic they just start speeding
Every time a opp on offense
I play hard defense
Don't be jumping in the ocean
When it's shark season
All these devils in my head
I think I'm part demon

Free Ivan, Free Shane, Free Zay
We going to run them down stick like a relay
Where was niggas at when we
Was trapping in PJs
Killed a flight captain watch
The airplane delay
Move with me, for the team and they not nice
Masked up, Halloween it ain't puppet spice
Big leaks big speed so we running lights
I'm off lean
Three beans imma fucker her right
I'm at your door with this pull
You hear that ding dong
We swinging sticks back and
Forward like it's ping-pong
Lil' bitches tell me got
Bris on their ringtone in the boof with this
Choppa like it's zing-zong
I ain't tryna sing a deal fuck a contract
I be tryna find a kill with this compact
I be really in the field I'm a top hat
Stop that
Your team play no more like the bobcats

Aye, I be paranoid hear my heart beat
Knock that boy down if he start reaching
I'm from 42nd Fruitridge Park Heathen
Like Lightning McQueen see his car cheesing
When I catch them up in
Traffic they just start speeding
Every time a opp on offense
I play hard defense
Don't be jumping in the ocean
When it's shark season
All these devils in my head
I think I'm part demon