Bentley azzures? Lam-bo Diablos?
Them rides cost more, & y’all can have’em all
but gimme that 4 door Ford that pumps 6
on the cylinder action, watch the boy make it flip!
When I dip u can’t see me, got that midnite tint
I’m blacked out like a stint at a strip bar
whip the car
fishtail the shoulders till the shoes get a grip
’bout a buck pushin over, make it scream like a chick!
What I do w/ a 6- fig whip? Man, u kiddin me?
Even high fives; man u dudes is killin me!
Bet you drop a grip just to change your oil
& when the kid flies past, it really makes your blood boil
Wanna see me on the road? U can’t handle the skills
I’ll take your fastback Benz & leave you cold at the bend
in your Ferrari, u sorry- u lookin’ for first
& by the time you pop the clutch, you gon’ be chokin on dust!
U can’t find me- trust that- I VIBE w/ the car
like the engine is my brain; just a thought- I’m off!
I’m inside the frame, make them shoes come off
u see a bucket in your lane? don’t be shamed; step off…
When I’m punchin it-
Boss-
U ain’t see it in NASCAR;
this ain’t no Matchbox, boy, u seein’ a fast car
& a faster man pushin’ it- that’s how I get on it
keep my money in the bank & let you other cats flaunt it…
All I need is speed- don’t blink, u gonna miss it-
vanish down the road, like gorillas in the mist kid….