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Hoes love it when I pull up, see that Black hood scoop. What they say? They be like, "Smooth, can we Ride with you?" Ay. I look like a hundred grand at the Line. You just that little boy, I'm that man At the line. My shit so hot, you niggas Getting tans at the line. My trunk so loud, marching band at the line. Green light, go. That's all a nigga doing. To these nothing ass bitches and niggas, I just Keep it moving. bad. Sorry, keep it moving. Get your weak ass out my face. And I ain't turning nothing down, so if you Niggas wanna race. It go pedal to the metal, See me flying down the streets. And if you really want some problems, then I'm Driving to the beat. My middle finger to police And I'ma make my music blast. And you can never make me slow down 'cause My shit is way too fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. fast. 'Cause if you ain't first, Then you're last. Then you're last. Drive fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. And if you're moving slow, Get the fuck up off the road. Road. Burn out, burn 'em out and burn out. Burn out, burn 'em out and burn out. Burn out, burn 'em out and burn out. See me in the streets and I be driving Like a maniac. Catch me at the light, if You V6'ing, you can holler back. Eighty down my block, my mama said, "Boy, you Are gonna crash." I say, "I don't drink and Drive, so I will not be doing that." Driving like a fool and I live right by A school. All the girlies think it's cool 'cause The paint just match the fitted hat. Fifteen inch kickers keep on kicking back. A nigga hit a nail in the street and Got some extra flat. Kush in my pocket 'cause The homie Aaron holding that. Fat red bone in the passenger just rolling that. Hand on the wheel, one hand on the blunt. Got money on my mind 'cause a nigga gotta Stunt. Married to the whip and I drive that Bitch crazy. Need a new set of tires 'cause I burn 'em out daily. Motors stay hot, but the weather so cold. And the top stay dropped like the panties on The road. It go pedal to the metal, see Me flying down the streets. If you really want some problems, then I'm driving To the beat. My middle finger to police and I'ma make my music blast. And you can never make me slow down 'cause My shit is way too fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. 'Cause if you ain't first, then you're last. Then you're last. Drive fast. Drive fast. And if you're moving slow, get the fuck up Off the road. Off the road. Burn out, burn 'em out and burn out. Burn out, burn 'em out and burn out. Burn out, burn 'em out and burn out. Burn out, burn 'em out and burn out. Smashing through the city, looking through my rear View. See these niggas looking hard, boy, I gotta Clear view. Black tint on the whip and it Match the hood scoop. Like I ain't worried about Nothing, catch me in your hood too. With a bad bitch, so I'm letting down the Roof. See my ex on the floor and I'm Chopping up the deuce. Used to blaze her like A zoot, she ain't even cute. So I burn out and laugh, leave them marks As showing proof. Doing donuts like I'm on perm, Mean I'm clowning like I'm Krusty. Said I wouldn't do it, but you know that You can't trust me. Driving past the cops, Feet never touch the brake. Nothing steady on the watch, so you know I'm Never late. Ay. Repping on the engine and you Know it ain't an eight. You can tell it's Something crazy by the way the body shake. And it look too mean by the way the Body shape. If you don't know who I am, Take a good look at these plates. It go pedal to the metal, see me flying Down the streets. And if you really want some Problems, then I'm driving to the beat. My middle finger to police and I'ma make my Music blast. And you can never make me slow Down 'cause my shit is way too fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. Drive fast. 'Cause if you ain't first, then you're last. Then you're last. Drive fast. Drive fast. And if you're moving slow, Get the fuck up off the road. Off the road. 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