The Race (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, brrra
(You already know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga)
Mr. Bounce Out with that .44, n*gga
Ayy, gang
Hoodzone Productions (Hoodzone Productions)
Baow (Gang)

[Verse]
f*ck a beat, I ain't had to beat no case
n*ggas snitchin' on Lil Nahmir, watch them bullets heat his face
If you loccin', watch I'll put you in your motherf*ckin' place and
b*tch, you know I tote this Glock, I don't tote no .38s
On the block, b*tch I keep a mop
Run up, you get dropped
f*ck the cops
Go to 5-1-0, we sliding on the opp
That's on my momma, keep a .9 like Rondo
Clip whole 39
Turn his limb into some chicken, watch them bullets hit his fries
I'm the boss, I can't take no loss but I'll take your life
If you loafing in that prison then I'm sending that kite
Whatchu think I bought this gun for? I ain't tryna fight (n*gga)
Try to diss me in a song, I bet my shooter get you right
If you talking, we pop up, we clapping, no need for that acting
Say my n*ggas in love with that action, tote pistols in traffic
Got it on me, run up and I'm sparkin'
Shoot sh*t like I'm Harden
Roll a blunt, we shooting at targets (Roll a blunt, n*gga)
Loud smell like we fartin' it
n*ggas thinkin', but it's still free Tay-K
I ain't diss in him in no song, but yeah, you n*ggas hella gay
Tryna start some sh*t up for some mother f*cking fame
n*ggas talking, I walk up and sent some shots up at they brain, n*gga
[Outro]
Ayy, gang
n*ggas already know what the f*ck going on, n*gga
Mr. Bounce Out with that mothaf*ckin' .44, n*gga
n*gga, try me, I'ma flip your sh*t, n*gga
On gang, n*gga
Brrra, bow, bow, bow