Vsly, Monty999 - Race Lyrics

Runing the race
Give me the crown
Get the bagggggg
Runing the race
Give me the crown
Get the bagggggg yeah
We gat the bag
Running streets
I was a kid
Now I'm big
If u hate
Suck my dick
Youuuuu tryna hit my click
I dont wanna play no tricks
I don't really care abt ticks
We slike
She thick
We gat them sticks
V to the sly king of the capital
Here to stay you can hate
I get pay you can slay
I'm a ray
Of light
No need to fight
You gatta hustle
Till you reach the height
I just need one chance and i'mma take your bitch
Someone call a doctor i feel way too sick
Big baguettes on me, fuck a cuban link
If a nigga fucking with me, he gon need a stitch
Ive been on my own shit for too long
Niggas got it wrong, say I only do sad songs
Yh i'm finna get it back, snap back, with the mack, like a bat, at the back of a mother fucker
Oooo woah woah
My wrist too cold woah woah
Down to my toe woah woah
It's in my soul woah woah woah
I don't date no hoe
I never sold my soul
Drop the beat hoe
I love the way she roll
Gat the body of an angle
Going down the poll
Four years in the business
Gat the same goal
Don't really care
What them niggas
Gatta say sayyy
We all gon blow
They gon pay we gon showww
Top ten on the billboard
Then i raised the flow
I'm the king on the throne
I'm sure they knowww
Running the race
Give me the crown
Get the bag
Running the race
Give me the crown
Get the bag

Runing the race
Give me the crown
Get the bagggggg
Runing the race
Give me the crown
Get the bagggggg yeah
We gat the bag
Running streets
I was a kid
Now I'm big
If u hate
Suck my dick
Youuuuu tryna hit my click
I dont wanna play no tricks
I don't really care abt ticks
We slike
She thick
We gat them sticks
V to the sly king of the capital
Here to stay you can hate
I get pay you can slay
I'm a ray
Of light
No need to fight
You gatta hustle
Till you reach the height
I just need one chance and i'mma take your bitch
Someone call a doctor i feel way too sick
Big baguettes on me, fuck a cuban link
If a nigga fucking with me, he gon need a stitch
Ive been on my own shit for too long
Niggas got it wrong, say I only do sad songs
Yh i'm finna get it back, snap back, with the mack, like a bat, at the back of a mother fucker
Oooo woah woah
My wrist too cold woah woah
Down to my toe woah woah
It's in my soul woah woah woah
I don't date no hoe
I never sold my soul
Drop the beat hoe
I love the way she roll
Gat the body of an angle
Going down the poll
Four years in the business
Gat the same goal
Don't really care
What them niggas
Gatta say sayyy
We all gon blow
They gon pay we gon showww
Top ten on the billboard
Then i raised the flow
I'm the king on the throne
I'm sure they knowww
Running the race
Give me the crown
Get the bag
Running the race
Give me the crown
Get the bag