Lil Tito, Wok3star - SpeedRace Lyrics

It's a motha fucking race on the freeway
Sccrt off it's a speed race
Doing the dash
Foot on the gas
Yea I got the stash
Pull up on gang
Bitch u is a lame
Pockets with bank
Only blue Hundreds
Pockets with Fifty's
Wok3 on the mic
Got you real tipsy
Got me twisted
Like a faygo
Chillin down in the daygo
Where the day go
Got me a faygo
Is it berry or mango
Heartbreak rapster
Need the Dough
Extra lettuce
When i link up
With wok3star
Tell me when to go
You know that i ball hard
That shot is cash
Like straight to the bank
Well what can i say
She in love with my ways
Oo the vibe on a thousand
Well who's there to blame
Had to get it cause they doubt me
Nah we ain't the same
Nah we ain't the same
It's a motha fucking race on the freeway
Sccrt off it's a speed race
Doing the dash
Foot on the gas
Yea I got the stash
Pull up on gang
Bitch u is a lame
Pockets with bank
Only blue Hundreds
Pockets with Fifty's
Wok3 on the mic
Got you real tipsy
Got me twisted
Like a faygo
Chillin down in the daygo
Where the day go
I got tech in my cup
No computers
I count these racks
I'd a bored em
I got shooters that
Will shoot at your shooters
Fast car i whip it like
Stollo where the money at
Niggas don't know
Could have sworn you
Were showing no love
And my baby rock gucci
And pollo and prada
Fat ass she got that from
Her momma
And whip my looking
Like futurama
In the hood with force
Like obama
In this juice pour
A duece so that wok3 hard
You a sweet nigga
Like a popstar
Im in france you could
Really check the map
Bruh if lil tito
On the mic then its
Hot bruh
Hop in the coop
Red and blue in the back yea
Ima do the race no cap
It's a motha fucking race on the freeway
Sccrt off it's a speed race
Doing the dash
Foot on the gas
Yea I got the stash
Pull up on gang
Bitch u is a lame
Pockets with bank
Only blue Hundreds
Pockets with Fifty's
Wok3 on the mic
Got you real tipsy
Got me twisted
Like a faygo
Chillin down in the daygo
Where the day go

It's a motha fucking race on the freeway
Sccrt off it's a speed race
Doing the dash
Foot on the gas
Yea I got the stash
Pull up on gang
Bitch u is a lame
Pockets with bank
Only blue Hundreds
Pockets with Fifty's
Wok3 on the mic
Got you real tipsy
Got me twisted
Like a faygo
Chillin down in the daygo
Where the day go
Got me a faygo
Is it berry or mango
Heartbreak rapster
Need the Dough
Extra lettuce
When i link up
With wok3star
Tell me when to go
You know that i ball hard
That shot is cash
Like straight to the bank
Well what can i say
She in love with my ways
Oo the vibe on a thousand
Well who's there to blame
Had to get it cause they doubt me
Nah we ain't the same
Nah we ain't the same
It's a motha fucking race on the freeway
Sccrt off it's a speed race
Doing the dash
Foot on the gas
Yea I got the stash
Pull up on gang
Bitch u is a lame
Pockets with bank
Only blue Hundreds
Pockets with Fifty's
Wok3 on the mic
Got you real tipsy
Got me twisted
Like a faygo
Chillin down in the daygo
Where the day go
I got tech in my cup
No computers
I count these racks
I'd a bored em
I got shooters that
Will shoot at your shooters
Fast car i whip it like
Stollo where the money at
Niggas don't know
Could have sworn you
Were showing no love
And my baby rock gucci
And pollo and prada
Fat ass she got that from
Her momma
And whip my looking
Like futurama
In the hood with force
Like obama
In this juice pour
A duece so that wok3 hard
You a sweet nigga
Like a popstar
Im in france you could
Really check the map
Bruh if lil tito
On the mic then its
Hot bruh
Hop in the coop
Red and blue in the back yea
Ima do the race no cap
It's a motha fucking race on the freeway
Sccrt off it's a speed race
Doing the dash
Foot on the gas
Yea I got the stash
Pull up on gang
Bitch u is a lame
Pockets with bank
Only blue Hundreds
Pockets with Fifty's
Wok3 on the mic
Got you real tipsy
Got me twisted
Like a faygo
Chillin down in the daygo
Where the day go