The Race

Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli blast cracking 4s like a vase Pop a nigga then I go out my way Do the dash then I go out the way Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face Eli blast cracking 4s like a vase Pop a nigga then I go out my way Do the dash then I go out the way Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face Pimp gone be eating good noodles every day Bitch I'm drawing doodles, Tay-K paint the way Choppa turn your dudies into fish fillet I woke up too moody, who gon' die today? Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfucking face We cooking up boy, you don't wanna go dat way Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades Gotta go dat way, boy you not gon' be happy I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the pack in Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action You want action, you get turned into past tense Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin' Smith & Wesson made my .9 with some compassion Fuck a beat I was tryna beat a case But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race I'm gon' shoot bitch, without a debate I'm gon' shoot, you can see it in my face Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race (See it in my mothafuckin' face)