Daytona lyrics

[Intro: G.T.]
This pain on me
There it go, yeah
(Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up)
Ron-Ron, what up?
Real, ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
How I stay sane with all this pain on me?
How I stay sane with all this pain on me?
How I still love you and you changed on me?
I was waitin' on the bag, you ain't wait on me
I was runnin' out of gas with my tank on E
I was runnin' out of cash, couldn't get a bite to eat
When you out here in these streets, n*gga, this ain't for the weak
Lost granny nineteen, wish I could kiss her on her cheek
Wan just did a ten, he got out, ain't miss a beat
Ridin' 'round in a Benz, gettin' massaged by the seat
Lil' n*gga say they shoppin', why they ain't got 'em no receipts?
I'm in Cali while I'm coppin', Ron-Ron on the bеat
How I know who really poppin', 'cause we always main topic
For thе watch, I left it plain, for the chain, I got it rocky
n*ggas out here cappin', they ain't really movin' things
Louis hoodie, Louis shoes, also Saint Laurent jeans

[Chorus: G.T.]
I'm really havin' motion, they ain't havin' motion
Mix it, mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker
I bounced right back after them n*ggas thought this sh*t was over
Talkin' to this chicken, it feel like I'm here with Soda
They don't wanna cop that sh*t 'cause it got too much soda
When they cop that sh*t from us, they 'bout to take sh*t over
When you flyin' with that bag, get a layover
I'm 'bout to go drop sixty racks on a Daytona, ayy
[Verse 2: Mack Nickels]
Conversation little different when they know your cheese up (When sh*t like Spanish)
n*ggas get they first watch and keep rollin' they sleeves up (I don't wanna see it)
n*ggas talkin' Daytonas, they ain't got no Paul Newmans (At all)
Off the O's, watch my wrist dance, no Krush Groovin' (Turbo)
Every b*tch I love is bustdown, my point is proven (On God)
The whole city feel I'm winnin', but I feel I'm losin' (Said I'm losin' still)
I'm never on the scene, but these hoes choosin' (I don't need y'all)
Even when I'm standin' still, a n*gga bag movin' (sh*t, I'm through)
n*gga fly with a bag and get a layover (Not me)
The last day party, think I wore a Range Rover
Bums started wearin' Creed, then it gave me hives (I hate it)
A lot of n*ggas look different when they rappin' lies, yeah (Lot of n*ggas)

[Chorus: G.T.]
I'm really havin' motion, they ain't havin' motion
Mix it, mix the Cuban link up with the diamond choker
I bounced right back after them n*ggas thought this sh*t was over
Talkin' to this chicken, it feel like I'm here with Soda
They don't wanna cop that sh*t 'cause it got too much soda
When they cop that sh*t from us, they 'bout to take sh*t over
When you flyin' with that bag, get a layover
I'm 'bout to go drop sixty racks on a Daytona, ayy