Motorsport (Verse)

[Verse]

Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth

Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth

You see them stats, you know what I am about

I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout

Attention, I'ma need you to face front

You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt

Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts

My crown won't fit on your bum-ass lace fronts (uh)

You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my n***a Lil Boosie

All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi

I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy

Get you a straw n***a, you know this pussy is juicy

This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though

I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though

I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho

Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow

I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party

If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi

Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty

I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti

"Hey yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"

That too, but my n***as send hits like Gotti

It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi

Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (Rrrr)