Racecar Lyrics

Let's go, lil bitch

Let's go, let's go

Racecar lil bitch

Driving to fast designed the whip

Nigga wanna play he get shot in his shit ugh

392s, hellcats and big body shit

Bitch ill scam ya Ian movin no brick

Look how he walk I can tell he a lick

Up my fye ain goin for shit

I'm from Atlanta bitch don't call me jit

You wanna fight den lil nigga lets hit

Yeen gettin no paper lil nigga you sick

Only the Youngin you know that we lit

Elegant shit

Elegant blicks

Designered the fit

Yeen gettin no paper lil nigga

Riding round speeding through traffic you know we moving to vicious

1500 on a demin caught em he lacking

Catch em and dip em

We just might pop that boy just like a pimple

Send his ass up to the sky that simple

Racecar lil bitch

Racecar lil bitch

Racecar, Racecar, Racecar

Racecar

Racecar lil bitch

We catch that boy and we doin' him dirty

I'm in the Benz, lil' bitch, I'ma swerve it

Talk to that shit, when you see me, you nervous

Soon as we pop out, he ran in a hurry

She tryna fuck, lil' bitch, you thirsty

Gone for the beam, you know I hold 30

Bitch, I'm a doll, like I play for Kirby

Indian bitch, she give me that curry

I'm about to stuff the hoe just like a turkey

Just pump me a drink while the fucker look murky

I tell my gang just to lay off them Perkys

He ire, I ain't goin' for shit

I'm from Atlanta, bitch, don't call me dick

You wanna fight, then lil' nigga, let's hit

Giggin' on paper, lil' nigga, you sick

Older than younger, you know that we lit

Elegant shit, elegant blitz

Designed it to fit

Designed it to fit, lil' bitchget no money, lil' nigga, you hurtin'

Ex bitch call me, said she want her a Birkin

Told her, bitch, shut up and go put that work in

I cannot fuck on a bitch, that's a virgin

That is your hoe, why the fuck is she flirtin'

Ex ho callin' me, she tired of lurkin'

Elegant shit, but we move with a purpose

Wi-Fi on the Glock, got good service

Call her, the bitch wanna go to the circus

Bout to get drunk with my partner, lil' Curtis

Nigga want smart, then we movin' with urgence

Racecar lil bitch

Driving to fast designed the whip

Nigga wanna play he get shot in his shit ugh

392s, hellcats and big body shit

Bitch ill scam ya Ian movin no brick

Look how he walk I can tell he a lick

Up my fye ain goin for shit

I'm from Atlanta bitch don't call me jit

You wanna fight den lil nigga lets hit

Yeen gettin no paper lil nigga you sick

Only the Youngin you know that we lit

Elegant shit

Elegant blicks

Designered the fit

Damn, bro, I'm light-headed, bro

Shit