BuzzoTrap - Speed Racing

Yeah, mothafucka, I'm comin' Lil' man, the fan man
Short dog, the big dog Buzz, buzz
The biggest B in the B-Hop But you know that
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Speed racin' the low, let's see how fast we can get there
Say you need a load, how fast can you get her
Late nights on the road, wake me up, bitch, when we get near
Rerockin' the bows, he won't know until he get there

Speed racin' the low, let's see how fast we can get there
Say you need a load, how fast can you get her
Late nights on the road, wake me up, bitch, when we get near
Rerockin' the bows, he won't know until he get there

Fell out with my cousin, he got robbed first when he came and got
Niggas talkin' bout get back, we ain't the first ones to make buddy cry
Don't speak off on my name in vain, you silly, that's how dummies die
I'ma keep on thuggin', yellin', fuck him until they all die

I'ma keep on stunnin', doin' me know they don't like that
Talkin' crazy on apps and snaps, the quickest get your life snatched
One-way trip to God, I swear to God, I won't get your life back
Yo, bitch, get off my line, get off my phone with all that extra

A lou pota pop perc , bitch, still on point with that Chris Vector, ayy
Transformed the whole Glock, this bitch got switchy with the compressor, ayy
And it came with a beam, I leave a nigga on the scene, ayy
Hit your block with that boom, boom, boom, boom, by the beam

In your city fresh as fuck, got these racks stuffed in my jeans
And that shit pokin' out the pocket, this shit causin' a whole scene
Act that bitch like we're yours friends, I done brought my whole team
We hit the road for all the extra, I'm addicted to the green

I'm in love with the cake, all these niggas, they be fakin
If you don't like shootin' your gun or sendin' hits, please stay up out the way
I'm off that flat, extra turn, bitch, so stay up out my face
If you don't wanna make the news or die, bitch, just move up out the way

Extra turnt up in this bitch, I got my tool in the place
Nigga kept dissin' on them songs, we made a move out of state
You know Buzzo want them all dead he got stepped on for this dog, said
Stay on Drakey's block, so if you trippin' then, just slide through

Niggas runnin', duckin', droppin' poles when we slide through
Boy, go in the house, I told you, it's way past your curfew
We put belt to ass for real, but I gotta ask the one nigga
We put belt to ass for real, but I gotta ask the one nigga

Like a bitch, they beat her kids, I keep on yellin' with my switch
Niggas play, but they don't trip because they know just how we get
We put belt to ass, we put belt to ass
We put belt to ass, belt to ass, belt to ass

On my motherfuckin' mama
Any nigga playin' with this shit, them felt that fire
On God, lil' man, the fin
Short dog, the big dog, buzz buzz, the biggest bitch, the beehive

Speed racin' the load, let's see how fast we can get there
Say you need a load, how fast can you get her
Late nights on the road, wake me up, bitch, when we gettin' there
Re-rockin' the bows, he won't know until he get there

Speed racin' the load, let's see how fast we can get there
Say you need a load, how fast can you get her
Late nights on the road, wake me up, bitch, when we gettin' there
Re-rockin' the bows , he won't know until he get there

I'm with that bitch, bro
Hell yeah, bruh, they gonna turn them motherfuckin' counties up
Who got YouTube, nigga

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Buzzo Trap

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