Finesse. - Racing

You know shit get real risky out here
We taking chances tho
Let’s Go
Racing
Uh, I do the dash and I’m gone
I’m out here all in my zone
I’m just praying I make it back home
Racing
Speed to the money I get it
I fell in love wit these digits
I gotta stay on my pivot
Uh
I just might catch me a body
Fuck around shoot up the lobby
She ride this dick like Ducati
I beat it she callin me papi
Racing
Huh
You know I’m feelin myself
I’m the trophy on top of the shelf
All this money this shit is my wealth
50 racks yea I seen that
On the corner servin fiends crack
I was broke as hell had to get it out the mud I don’t really think they seen that
Mix and matchin my designer
I bought dolce & gabbana
I buy this shit when I wanna
I’m kickin shit like a punter
She calling my phone I’m denyin it sendin a pic of some shoes I ain’t buyin it
She want me to tie up a knot I told her she trippin she buggin she tryin it
The wraith come with stars in the ceiling inside of it
We hoppin out of it
The way that I ball on these niggas I’m goin hard
Might need a scholarship
Racing
Uh, I do the dash and I’m gone
I’m out here all in my zone
I’m just praying I make it back home
Racing
Speed to the money I get it
I fell in love wit these digits
I gotta stay on my pivot

Written by:
Darryl McKnight

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