Gobe & Agent 3600 - Rarri Racing

Rarri racin'
Fast pacin'
Foreign chasin'
Bag chasin'
Ain't no doctor servin' patients
Pop a perc and now she faintin'
Evil twins talk to satan
Plugged in like the matrix
Big yachts look like spaceships
Just bought a lamb
Can't wait to race it
Forgiato wheels on it
All these bitches know we on it
Get that cash and then we dip the ATM is steady jumpin'
We get the money then we wash it
In the foreign know I park it
I got i8s big tourings lots of roadsters parked outside my crib

Yeah
Show you how I live yea
And if u ain't fuckin with us
You gon meet your end
I ain't have no friends
Just my evil twin
And if you on your block
You best believe that we gon bend it
This real life no scrimmage
I ain't very friendly
I just got up with an opp
I'm gon end him
And if you wanna fuck
Send the drop
I'm gon beat it
Used to sling rock
Now I sleep on Tempur-pedic
Bet you ain't know that I am a demon
On the highway i-95 speedin'
Just left your wifey
We had a nice evening
And I hit it next day
She was feigning

Rarri racin'
Fast pacin'
Foreign chasin'
Bag chasin'
Ain't no doctor servin patients
Pop a perc and now she faintin'
Evil twins talk to satan
Plugged in like the matrix
Big yachts look like spaceships
Just bought a lamb
Can't wait to race it
Forgiato wheels on it
All these bitches know we on it
Get that cash and then we dip the ATM is steady jumpin'
We get the money then we wash it
In the foreign know I park it
I got i8s big tourings lots of roadsters parked outside my crib
Show you how I live
Lemme show you how I live

Written by:
Gobe & Agent 3600, Dylan Wilier, Zach Goberville

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