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Daytona
Raq baby
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(How the fuck you say your name, twin?)
She like, "Raq, you got a new whip, can I get in?" No
Bitch, hell no, no
Pussy nigga hatin', I think I smell ho, if it's me, I would not go
Nigga, fuck your party, I can't keep Gen on me, I will not go
I'ma squeeze, I will not go, best believe I bust that pole
Clapped an opp for tryna run like where was he just tryna go?
Them lil'-ass Daytonas ain't got no speed, they kinda slow
Sent that boy to the store, hundred times in a row
Uh, spinned on the same opp 'bout a hundred times, I'm tired of bro, huh
Can't hit this trap, it's 'bout a hundred nine's behind the door
Get bored and I switch hoes, take more then I switch poles
Make more when they get sold, we been ballin' on bitch hoes
Feelin' like Chief Keef when he dropped that "Citgo,", huh
I ain't gotta diss dead opps on the 'Gram, I'll go to they grave and then piss on 'em
We been clappin' the opps with semis, wait 'til I put this switch on 'em
Opps keep textin' my ho DM, just wait 'til I put my bitch on 'em
She like, "Raq, you got a new whip, can I get in?" No
Bitch, hell no, no
Pussy nigga hatin', I think I smell ho, if it's me, I would not go
Nigga, fuck your party, I can't keep Gen on me, I will not go
I'ma squeeze, I will not go, best believe I bust that pole
Clapped an opp for tryna run like where was he just tryna go?
Them lil'-ass Daytonas ain't got no speed, they kinda slow
Sent that boy to the store, hundred times in a row
If he trip and he fall, we gon' shoot at the floor
Catch him in traffic, shoot all through his door (come here, come here)
I really lay belt and that's somethin' they know (you know that)
In the winter time, stuffin' my Drac' in the coat (let's go)
Keep uppin' a band, that lil' nigga broke (broke as fuck)
Don't try to be funny, niggas die off a joke (off a joke)
Please don't say my name, I got good aim, you see fat boy got smoked
If we like your chain, then you gon' get poked
Some niggas get drenched, some niggas get soaked
He upped his gun and ain't shoot
Call him B Rabbit the way that that lil' nigga choked (his bitch ass)
Got a whole hundred rounds, I don't gotta reload (I don't)
Controllin' these hoes like I got a remote
I shot it so hard, made the fully explode
I can't be stopped when I get in that mode (I'm him)
He don't get a pass, I don't care if he old
Can't trust these hos, they be diggin' for gold (old broke-ass ho)
Had a shot on my head and he missed, he sold (his bitch ass)
Get put under pressure, that nigga gon' fold (wack)
If the call not important, I'ma put 'em on hold
The last nigga died tryna take him a stroll (his dumb ass)
When the opps die, I be the first one to troll (you know that)
If I ever get caught, I'ma stick to the code (fuckin' rat)
She like, "Raq, you got a new whip, can I get in?" No
Bitch, hell no, no
Pussy nigga hatin', I think I smell ho, if it's me, I would not go
Nigga, fuck your party, I can't keep Gen on me, I will not go
I'ma squeeze, I will not go, best believe I bust that pole
Clapped an opp for tryna run like where was he just tryna go?
Them lil'-ass Daytonas ain't got no speed, they kinda slow
Sent that boy to the store, hundred times in a row