Grand Prix
Cigar music
Old Vegas
Grand Prix laps, that mad money dash
Yeah, still can’t relax, aye
Numb in the face
Last shift don’t know they place
Finna get slapped like the bass
Who be raising the stakes?
Wicked kids out here depraved
Leave yo ass gon wit no trace
I just can’t seem to shake
Babe got the bullet proof ride wit no brakes
Poison in our food while we saying our grace
We been switching the plates, thank God, now we straight
Green lights, finna race, yeah
We gone by dusk
We gone like dust, its on, right?
You taste like lust
I don’t need much, its all right (X2)
Feel the love
Outside looking in, drugs always hook us in, aye
Getting used to following bread crumbs
Straying from the path, from the glares and the crooked grins, aye
Carve my own niche out and then some
Stoned like the flintstones, building new momentum, yeah
Mind’s made, now she wanna get some, fill her with this wisdom
Mufuck da system, yeah
Get this dick too, feel the bliss, hon’
Just another mission, feeling like its last round
Girl, you know they wanna catch us with our pants down
Then you getting passed round, now you wanna lash out
That’s why we never do them races up in camp town
Know that blackface is a cash cow
Now we vigilantes with the mask down
Really ain’t no rationale for the sad clowns
So in love now, damn, who let you in the madhouse
Start it up like
Kai.oti, where have you been? You left all them sparks in the wind, damn
Saying they rigged us to win, but really it all just depends
Ear to the ground, don’t you hear it? More than just following trends, zen zen
Fuck keeping up wit appearance, she been expecting a cleanse like
Shameless, ain’t nothing wrong wit it
This love ain’t painless, been one long minute, aye
My talk is dangerous, know I’m long-winded
We gon be famous, that sounds ominous, that’s ominous
We gone by dusk
We gone like dust, its on, right?
You taste like lust
I don’t need much, its all right (x2)
Aye
Grand Prix laps, that mad money dash
Yeah, still can’t relax (x2)
Numb in the face
Last shift don’t know they place
Finna get slapped like the bass
Who be raising the stakes?
Wicked kids out here depraved
Leave yo ass gon wit no trace
I just can’t seem to shake
Babe got the bullet proof ride wit no brakes
Poison in our food while we saying our grace
We been switching the plates, thank God, now we straight
Green lights, finna race, yeah
We gone by dusk
We gone like dust, its on, right?
You taste like lust
I don’t need much, its all right