Lyrics:
watch your rabid-ass nine
Tryin' to stop cars hoo-bangin' this fast-lane game
It ain't a thang
I was learnin' this game when you was servin' your cane
riding with you till they see you switch lanes
Everybody chasing fast cars and a big chain
Everybody want these flawless diamonds and a big ring
When I was
all caught up by the throwbacks
Going back to the mud when she was catting off dubs
You fall in love too fast you a fool
She fucking another nigga homie
in the car speed racing
I don't care what you sayin
She wanna roll with me right now
I said my life looking glorious
Donuts in the GTR feel
Like fast
though
Yea look at my bih I got the check ya money short like DeVito
Yea look at my neck look at my wrist that's a big rock like Dino
The is work clean
Limped to his blanket 'neath the underpass
Lie there tasting his own blood on his tongue
Closed his eyes and listened to the cars
Rushin' by so fast
A big car come fast down the boulevard
Spider stood caught in its headlights
Got hit and went down hard
Car sped away Spider held his stomach
Limped
Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
We beens about it, y'all dudes is frontin'
Big cars, big chips, big Kris' its nothing
High demand, hard to get
Hard to get your hands on it
Six months on the waiting list
Wishing you'd be riding this
Big boy cars for big boys only
Go get
The less work I got on me, the better
Undercovers might blitz this bitch whenever
I used to play the block hoodied up
Servin' every car as they pullin' up
need more 3 stacks
Big boi imma a Outkast
Big noise all about that
Need a new car that’s fast
Probably a rari not a jag
Girl throw titties on glass
the money, loaded up the car and we out in seconds
My foot to the pedal, the music bumpin'
Bitch, I'm going real fast
I'm prayin' to God I don't crash
I'm
Aiyo, this is big Nas
I wanna give a shout-out to my man Premo, you know?
From Gang Starr, no doubt
Lil' Dap, Jeru, Melachi, the whole crew
you under my wing
Car expensive, jack a nigga
What they know? I head crack a nigga
Shots fired don't ask a nigga
Gangsta got killed by a rappin' nigga
Blood (Uh, ayy, Press Machine)
Yeah and me name Pressa (The Pressa)
Yeah, uh (Uh, I say)
I go by the name, Pressa
(Try the name Pressa)
I can't even
Big dawg with the big toes
We ain't believe in no voodoo nah
I ain't the type to do no slow mode
Ima sure to pull up In a fast car
Your Shorty texting
pitch dark
Yeah, this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin'
I'm beatin' niggas by
The car I drive, La Ferrari
When I go by, smoke in your eyes
So open your eyes, the joke's on you guys
And you ain't gotta be a mason to see through
twenty-four/seven
Steady stackin my ends on dubs, twenty-four/seven
Every car you wish you had, we got it, we got it
Bentleys, Hummers and Jags, big bodies, big
The car I drive, La Ferrari
When I go by, smoke in your eyes
So open your eyes, the joke's on you guys
And you ain't gotta be a mason to see through
and low's
Ducking five's and O's
Money cars and clothes
Is all a nigga knows
Knotted pockets big bank rolls
Skinny jeans and G-fazo's
Niggas throw shade
going fast by
And I think they're gonna run me over
All of this nonsense that we give the label life
Is just a big old quest
To one day see God's eyes
Im just big chillin
Im doing my thing
Gettin that paper
You should do the same
Im on a mission
Dip in the fast lanes
Don't act suspicious
And its all
get that bread, like potato, I want chips
Suck that, bitch, it's still head if she let it touch her lips
Fast car's fast, I might drag, then I drift
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