Letras Racer - Rockie Fresh, Victor Kwesi Mensah

Racer

We really gotta do it this time, running lights at the funeral line\nFeeling like the two with the three behind\nYoung niggas smoking blunts but I’m free in my mind\nSeeing the signs, you know my niggas coming correct\nSelf-made buzz gotta show us respect\nSay she impressed by the tinit on my neck\nSee the wrist and Rolls and she wanna neglect? No\nShe wanna snort powder, see wanna see the towers\n(Fuck on me for hours)\nYeah, I’m livin' like a dope dealer but the rap game paying more figures\nDon’t know what they told niggas\nI’m the one that showed niggas\nTeach you the game, I come through really big bro niggas\nI remember gettin' no figures\nNow the bad bitches want pictures and they wanna fuck with us\nYeah, she want Chanel bags\nRich and she wanna go tell that\nHer man say ball? Where the stash at?\nNigga really ain’t a grab but he cap that (Cap that)\nDamn, now he wanna battle rap (Battle rap)\nSay he want beef, send the cattle back\nSnitch for the cheese, he a rat pack\nI just pulled in a ride and it’s matte black, yeah\nStatements, he cannot retract that (Retract that)\nBitch, I get money, he lack that (Lack that)\nI need a crib for my parents (My parents)\nHis momma lookin' embarrassed (Embarrassed)\nThese niggas way too anxious (Too anxious)\nReally these niggas should thank us (Thank us)\nRap game way too dangerous (Too dangerous)\nYou ain’t even gotta be famous (Famous)\nBut you could still ride in the latest, yeah\nHave bitches that’s doing you favors\nI gotta get to this paper\nI need a crib with some acres\nShe wanna ball like a Laker\nBut I got no time to layup\nShe do the shots with no chaser\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nAnd I am not stopping for strangers (Nah)\nNah, bitch I can’t save you\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI’m mashing the gass on a Dayun, Pyer Moss sneakers on that’s a rare find\nTwelve get behind me I’m runnin' like DMC, don’t want no TMZ headlines\nYou know what it is with me, I’m moving differently can’t let them poison my\nenergy\nYou shot yourself in the foot just by dissing me, now we putting you out of\nyour misery\nWe ain’t seen you niggas outside with your dawgs, that shit’s a Scooby-Doo\nmystery\nShe in my DMs but she your BM, she swallow my kids she ain’t kissing me\nIt’s just the Prince in me, my Ralph Lauren Purple Label\nI’m making Young Money, Freeky got the DRACO\nHit yo boy up now it’s blood on my 'Fazos\nStop that cap, «Vic ain’t this, Vic ain’t that»\nVic in that Rick head to toe where it’s warrin'\nRed light on the blick, now you think I’m recordin'\nShe give me psychology I call it Freudian\nI be with Four 'n'em, they tryna fold 'em\nI cannot fold, I’m not an accordion\nThey say they looking for us and we ain’t avoiding 'em\nAnd we gon' ride in the latest\nGot bitches that’s doing us favors\nI gotta get to this paper\nI need a crib with some acres\nShe wanna ball like a Laker\nBut I got no time to layup\nShe do the shots with no chaser\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer\nAnd I am not stopping for strangers (Nah)\nNah, bitch I can’t save you (I can’t save you)\nI push the coupe like a racer\nI push the coupe like a racer