Pull up in the grey beater
Little do he know
She gotta turbo so she a fucking sleeper
That’s a 2.5 liter
Running a quarter mile fast
Leaving fucking ass in the past

You could try your best
And
I don’t need any luck
Say he wanna race
But I promise
When I leave this place
I will have your pink slip
In my back fuckkng pocket
Next to the pistol
Bitch you!
Better fuckkng watch it
Goddamn right I fucking pop it
He is lying dead with the maggots in his sockets

Woah what the fuck

Pull up in the grey beater
Little do he know
She gotta turbo so she a fucking sleeper
That’s a 2.5 litеr
Running a quarter mile fast
If you ain’t mother fucking first
Than you last
I don’t rеally give a fuck
I got a couple xannies tucked
And I’m ready for a fight
So I promise if a pussy
Or you don’t think twice
I will leave ripped up
Bloody before the end of the night

Bend the corners like I’m dangerous
When I’m on the road I feel so brainless
Spitting flames like a space ship
Smoking reffer on my day trip
Banana peel they slipped
I dipped
Come at me unequipped
Leave yo fuckkng brain stripped

Engine glowing like a hot kettle
Ole devil told me
Keep my foot up on the pedal
Control yo own mental
Do not ever settle
I gotta gold medal
You got exposed metal
Rather it’s accidental
Take this fuckkng hint for the future
You a sore loser
Now your motor mounts are looser
Shoulda hit the booster
A Little sooner
You can pay up you can or meet my ruger