[Intro: Dayytona Fox]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, everything, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah, on the payroll
Swerve out with the gang, gang (Livin' on a)
Yeah, livin’ on a runway
Just doin' the same things
Fuck it up, fuck it up, woah, woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
Dayytona

[Chorus: Dayytona Fox]
Put my whole gang on the payroll
Swerve out with the gang, gang
Fuck it up, fuck it up, like we didn't know
But she know we do the whole thing, yeah

[Verse 1: Dayytona Fox]
We want the whole thang, uh (Yeah)
Pull out the whole gang, yeah (Yeah)
Gimme that gold chain, uh (Woah)
And you gon’ have it back
You gon' have it back (Yeah)
It don't gotta be like that, yeah, woah, flex
Pull up with gang, doin' my thing
Talkin' that shit with the chopper, it rang
She wanna know what it's like today
Pussy boy, outta my sights today
Talkin' that strange, your face get arranged
Put that vest on lil' n***a, we youngings with aim
Said everything gon’ be alright today
Just give me a whole lotta space today
Still don’t understand why they mad (What? What? What? Yeah, yeah)
Drop the top, 140 on the highway, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Mask on, too fast, popo all up on my ass (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
First place, first place, I'm Dayytona, never last
Got a bag, catch up
[Chorus: Dayytona Fox]
Put my whole gang on the payroll
Swerve out with the gang, gang
Fuck it up, fuck it up, like we didn’t know
But she know we do the whole thing, yeah
Put my whole gang on the payroll
Swerve out with the gang, gang
Fuck it up, fuck it up, like we didn't know
But she know we do the whole thing, yeah

[Verse 2: Chris King]
Daytona 500 shots, who wanna race?
I wipe his nose so I clean off his face
Sweet smell of victory, how does it taste?
Gorilla glue and it's sticky like paste
My mud is clean, only if you can relate
Pay my shooter lawyer, please beat the gun face
Put this dope in your jaw, make your tongue feel awake
Scratchin' serial numbers, cover license plates today
I got that bread and I got cash, kid
I get that front and that back end
Bitch, I get pounds like a hashtag
React, the spot hot like a madman
And the chopper gon’ splash like [?]
Him and God go kick like [?]
Won't get too loud in my damn hands
Put the beat on the temp, rubber band man
Hit a door of the minivan, slam me
Pray your weapon doesn't jam, fam
Got the words today like Bluetooth
Like, "Look ma, yeah, no hands"
No friends, only fans wordwide
Just fans, the whole clan back down to L.A., we all stay
'Cause home is where your heart will land, what up
Grippin' on her booty like it got a lil' thicker
She a lil' devil when she off of that liquor
Can't picture me rollin', see the bigger picture
Walk in the bank like, "Get down, it's a stick-up"
The chandelier cost ya how much, many figures
I talk that way like, "Who got that new dentures?"
I got a bitch, give me head in the Benz truck
She got some friends that pull up where I end up
[Chorus: Dayytona Fox]
Put my whole gang on the payroll
Swerve out with the gang, gang
Fuck it up, fuck it up, like we didn't know
But she know we do the whole thing, yeah
Put my whole gang on the payroll
Swerve out with the gang, gang
Fuck it up, fuck it up, like we didn't know
But she know we do the whole thing, yeah
Snotty Nose Mafia, bitch