Kay Flock, B-Lovee - Speed Racing lyrics

Like Goddamn, huh (Goddamn)
Like I dare a drilly pop up in the spot, like
Oh, he getting shot (Like)
I'll spin his block, like
(Run that up, Rico)

I dare a Drilly pop up in the spot, like
(Bitch) oh, I make it hot
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head
He died from a leg shot (Baby)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot
Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, spittin' 'til it land
(Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands
(Boom)
Bitch, I kеpt clickin' 'til that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his mans
(Bitch)
Thеy some chumps, all 'em niggas ran (Pussy)
'Glizzy start to sprayin'
Wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)
(Run that up, Rico)

Dougz B spinnin' off of Xan's
Spinnin' through the Lam
Switchin' up the plan
Told bro, "Fuck it, we gon' bend through"
If we see the cops
They gon' stop us from flamin'
Told brodie, "Don't chase 'em
Let that boy
Roll with the beam" I got accuracy, aimin'
(I got him) hollows, they hit him and
Ripped through his neck
Watch how that shit rearrange him

I dare a Drilly pop up in the spot, like
(Bitch)
Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch)
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head
He died from a leg shot (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot
(Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom, grrah-grrah
Boom)
Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purgin' on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops
(Run that up, Rico)
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, spinnin' 'til it land
(Bitch) he tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands
(Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam
He tried to run, clicked up on his mans
(Pussy)
They some chumps, all 'em niggas ran (Bitch)
'Glizzy start to sprayin'
Wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)

(Uh, huh) Glizzy jammed
Clicked up on his mans
(Grrah-grrah, boom, nigga, so fuckin'
Clear the room, bitch)
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Glizzy jammed, clicked up on his mans
Runnin' Ricky, ran (I swear that I'm)
Runnin' Ricky, ran (Run that up, Rico)

I get up on 'em, I swear that I'm tact'
(Uh, huh)
I get up on 'em, I swear that I'm different
I see the opposition, I attack
I see the opposition, I start clickin'
Hop out the OJ, tweak on the opp strip
She give her whole face
She on some thot shit
Call up my goon, we start opp shoppin'
Call up the set, they still Glock shoppin'
(Gang, gang, gang)
And I dare a gunner pop up in the spot
You gon' see me up this motherfuckin' Glock
(Grrah-grrah)
I dare a nigga try to bunny hop
You gon' see a bunch of niggas bodies drop
And we movin' too tact' 'cause
We got some new straps, and we tryna boom
(Run that up, Rico)
And we got some new opps, we
Gon' make 'em a new pack
Put 'em on the moon no, I can't let up
I swear I'm in beast mode
My goons hold Berettas
They ran in like three homes
They tryna link up, they heard what I do
I keep me a TEC in case they tryna loot
Another nigga shot, he up on the news
Bitch, I'm from the trenches
It ain't nothin' new
Kay-Kay brought the mop
So I brought the broom (Grrah-grrah, boom)
Creep on the opps, like, "Who that?"
Throw up the Gz, you know we gon' shoot that
Caught that boy lackin' and we
Tried to pack him
Swear that he lucky, had God on his side
We really shoot movies, we ain't no actors
I walk around with that 9 on my side
I cannot die in the streets
I got the choppas, slide when it's beef
(Grrah-grrah)
I'm tough enough to go spin by my dolie
I don't need no one to ride by my side
Totin' a Glocky, he give out a four-piece
I see the opps, and you know I'ma fire
I see the opps, and you know I'm flockin'
I make it hot in this bitch
Let out them shots if he bunny hoppin'
We made it hot in this shit

I dare a Drilly pop up in the spot, like
(Uh huh, bitch, dummy)
Oh, I make it hot (I make it hot, bitch)
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head
He died from a leg shot
(Uh huh, grrah-grrah, boom)
Gang tryna beat him, he already shot
(Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Grrah-grrah boom)
Already sweeped him, brodie brought the mop
Brodie off a stick, purging on the opps
Brodie caught a hit swervin' on the cops
(Run that up, Rico)
He tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, spinnin' 'til it land
(Bitch) he tryna run, he speed racin'
Beretta got a kick, shoot with double hands
(Grrah-grrah-grrah, boom)
Bitch, I kept clickin' 'til that bitch jam
He tried run, clicked up on his mans (Pussy)
They some chumps, all them niggas ran (Bitch)
'Glizzy start to sprayin'
Wavin' like a fan (Grrah-grrah, boom)

(Run that up, Rico)