I got nos in the tank when I race A 6 speed type r when the silence is safe Imma bless y'all dummies you cannot imitate Glock 9 seal his fate and that pine box it is quite Y'all size like my rise to fames is posturing god shit ain't safe You see the squad live in high opulent ways We them guys wit improper posture quick open slice opps in they face Wash em away ha nigga y'all imposters full throttle in that civic Si on the seats Lil nigga I gotcha beat this shit gotta clutch and might go designer my feet Car show in the Chi for da week mopar no car rather drive a mazda Then I keep number 9 on my jeans see the h placed on the front We can touge race if you want Throw shade niggas won't gain if you run Work meister the whip with them commas that prada on me I promise bout a thousand a piece choker look like a leash Close aim in the cut 2 subs go bang in the trunk Leaving hoes slain even though most can't get enough Hang you up by ya rope chain up above Golden gate bridge snakes then go and mix hate wit the love bitch nah Don't tempt me niggas car paint peel shit is dingy Car slammed on nuts they ran from us we stanced Cause the ray grams is tucked legit I take bands I touch and up the whip While you niggas out trynna cuff a bitch plus I'm lit When shifting gears all by my lonely Trying to disappear in the mist to depart from the old me I just slide in coupes 3 pedals Inside I move pistons until the night is new She want me to stop and choose her But I'm like Takumi in that driver seat Climbing the top till I'm the king Shouting above that mountain peak