The Race (Megamix) lyrics

[Chorus: Tay-K]
f*ck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, b*tch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase
Pop a n*gga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a n*gga shoes, rob a n*gga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face
f*ck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, b*tch I did the race (skrt, skrt)
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase
Pop a n*gga then I go out my way (skrrrt)
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a n*gga shoes, rob a n*gga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

[Verse 1: Tay-K]
Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day
b*tch I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K paint the way
Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet
I woke up too moody, who gon' die today?
Shoot a f*ckboy in his motherf*ckin' face
We cookin' up, boy, you don't wanna go dat way
Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades
Gotta go dat way, boy you not gon' be happy
I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy
b*tch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson
We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the pack in
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction
I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well, let's get to subtractin'
Smith & Wesson made my .9 with sub-compaction
[Chorus: Tay-K]
f*ck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, b*tch I did the race
I'm gon' shoot b*tch, without a debate
I'm gon' shoot, you can see it in my face
f*ck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, b*tch I did the race

[Interlude: Tay-K & Monty]
See it in my mothaf*ckin' face
Free Tay-K, man
We love [?]

[Verse 2: Monty]
Suck a freak, I was tryin' get the cake
Hunnid deep, we gon' pull up to ya place
f*ck a week, I be ballin' every day
f*ck the cheese, I be tryin' get the face
In the kitchen water whippin' in the [?]
Lotta' money, Lotta' hoes, Lotta' hate
Pockets swoll', lotta' shows, different states
Used ride in the trappy with no plates
I ain't have it then, but b*tch I got it now
Shout out [?] make them dance, Bobby Brown
Pew, pew, pew, pew
Love that gun sound
Talkin' sh*t, just gon' get you gunned down
Ho its Zoovie I don't think you want no action
You ain't trappin' no, n*gga you be cappin'
We was down we was tryna' make it happen
Hoes in the four door get the lappin'
You ain't on my level you ain't on my bracket
Man that n*gga dead put him in the casket
I just spent 5k on a jacket
And I still like my b*tch a lil' ratchet
[Verse 3: Fetty Wap]
I know you pussies talkin' bout me very day
f*ck a beef n*gga this ain't bout a chain
If you a smoke why you ain't let it spray
If I'ma joke why you ain't come to play
n*ggas talkin' big 40s every day
Call his b*tch big shawty on my waist
Now this n*gga goin' down, come outside
Catch me on the 12 I don't ever hide
How you a gangsta if you motherf*ckin' 2
Boy stop playin' you too motherf*ckin' old
Ay I bet you wish you made better decisions
You lil' b*tch
I ain't say nothin' you was playin' the victim
You lil' b*tch
Itchy boys I don't fall under pressure
The first million that I saw invest
Ay playin' chess but my couple was checkers
Ay on the jet tell this n*gga to catch up
f*ck a [?] put the lawyers on the case
b*tch you too weak so I ain't kicked it with my gang
Ay and my bro ain't say no motherf*ckin' names
Free my bros off the motherf*ckin' cage
sh*t be crazy feel like I ain't never change
Quad told me get this guap while you can
n*ggas wanna' see Wap in the jail
Ay I'm twelve hunnid you can see it in my face
[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]
It's Young Boat, put a n*gga in they place
Rich as f*ck, out the window, free Tay-K
First show I did I got less than 10K
Saw Tay-K, now he who he is today
All that fake gangbanging get you slayed
Think you hard, you get robbed for your chain
n*gga snatch my chain, that's a man down, mayday
In a race b*tch, always first place
Nah for real b*tch, first place always
Shout out Diego Money, Mitch, and Lil Jay
SKTDDG, that's always
Free Big Reese, they're tryna give him more days
Never been shot and truthfully I do not want to
If she not f*ckin', boy respect that she don't want you
Say f*ck the b*tch and keep it movin' 'fore it haunt you
Don't f*ck many, circle tighter than a bantu, let's get it
Hate these n*ggas, they fake weird and they fake emo
I'm 'bout my money, give a f*ck about your friendzone
These n*ggas tryna clique it up and run against me
I have respect but now it's nothing else against me
Had that truck buck, I turned it to a tar heel
She ride di*k like a bike, wheelie back wheel
They say don't f*ck your homie b*tch, that's a no-no
I took my old homie b*tch and kicked it dolo
Told my n*gga's mom I'm sorry, yeah he still broke (bye bye)
But buddy got up in his feelings so it's f*ck bro
She pop six, now she ride di*k like a Volvo
And snorting way more lines than a barcode
I'm not buckin' but I'm ready with the arsenal
Hit his chest, now his name in an article
It's Young Boat, put a n*gga in they place
Rich as f*ck out the window, free Tay-K
First show I did I got less than 10K
Saw Tay-K, now he who he is today
See it in my mother-f*ckin' face (Lil' Boat)

[Verse 5: FinnyFromFlickr]
Coming at you with rapid fire
Boutta make these other wack n*ggas retire
They old and soiled like milk that's expired
It's the man, Finny, making girl's pus*y transpire (ooh)
Yes, the one and only of Flickr fame
They tryna knock Finny off, get him out the game
Cause I don't like faggots, and that's a shame
I'm the greatest, I'm so hard to be tamed
Licking me, making me hard like Bedrock
She put her lips on like she whistling, Matlock
Tonuge movin' round like it's dancing, Baylock
They found Bruce's porn, guess he should've had a padlock
The ting go skrra, like I'm Stephen Paddock
I'll make you disappear, clear key, glassc*ck
Onomatopoeia, that's a knock knock
My guy, that's a quick walk to Bangkok
Chicken nuggets, with a side of cheese mac (mac cheese)
Take it all, loving chicken cause I'm black (I'm black)
Shouldn't be hungry, Cheetos is my snack (that's my snack)
I just ate, they call me Truck Attack (Manhattan)
Y'all n*ggas super gay for taking a knee (n*ggers gay)
Y'all waiting for n*ggas to skeet (skeet skeet)
In your mouths, y'all suck di*k for free (do it for free)
And the n*gga, don't look like no she (not a tranny)
Y'all better run, Cory's in the house (blaow blaow)
Stick my fingers right up her damn blouse (right up her blouse)
With my nut, in her mouth, I'mma douse (yummy)
If she swallow, she might be my spouse

[Verse 6: Drew Phillips]
F-f-f*ck a beat I was tryna beat a di*k (yeah)
I be f*cking eyeballs when I f*ck my b*tch (oh yeah)
Beat it up where she nut on my lips
My di*k is so big holy sh*t (oh my god)
Shut up b*tch now slob on my knob (okay yeah)
Shoot my nut then I got to go mob (skrt skrt)
E-e-eatin ass cause it tastes really good (mhf-mhf)
Use a spoon cause you really know I should (ohh)
When I suck yeah its all on your toes (uh)
Let me put my di*k on your ankles (please)
Oh that’s your ear no that’s a hole
Imma eat sh*t straight from the bowl (oh my god)
Hello female, what is your name? (Susan)
Cool, get on your knees and give me brain (okay)

[Verse 7: Yung Gunk]
F-f-f*ck a beat I was tryna suck a fart (suck that fart)
But I ain’t sucked that fart b*tch I f*cked a shark (f*ck that shark)
Crush a xan' where’d it go up my ass (prrrt)
My di*k itchy like I rolled it in grass (why my di*k itchy?)
Pack a dip then I spit on her thigh (hrrr ptui)
I can’t see with this nut in my eye (eugh)
Ate a bug then I threw up on your b*tch (eurgh)
I want that bug back b-b-b*tch

[Chorus: Tay-K]
f*ck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, b*tch I did the race
I'm gon' shoot b*tch, without a debate
I'm gon' shoot, you can see it in my face
f*ck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, b*tch I did the race

[Interlude: Tay-K]
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase
Pop a n*gga then I go out my way
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a n*gga shoes, rob a n*gga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our ...

[Verse 8: Tyga]
f*ck the [?], little gram by the case
New Bugatti, who wanna race
Black Barbie, make her come to the base
Pink pus*y, pink slips in my safe
(Yeah) You switched your rollie face, heard it was fake
Uh, I put stones in my goyard foretaste
(Yeah) No receipts, the feds want that case
Cash Money, I still need that from baby (Millions)
I just spent 80k on little baby (Ooh)
I just bought out my deal now I'm Swayze
Uh, tours in Tokyo my chains is on eagle
In Dubai, where weed puff illegal
New b*tch, they think it's the sequel
Wolfgang, cook up like Lil B do
Uh, Moo Sho, [?]
Seven years later, dinner plates is still Versace
When I'm in Saint Martin, say the floor cold like Tommy
Palace with shawties and I work like [?]
Wrist rocky, I got all the clout
n*ggas, watch me
Cause they b*tch watching
Top models top me, top rappers follow
I'm in São Paulo, Brazil getting swallowed
f*ck that [?], little gram by the case
New Bugatti, young sold the wraith
Black Barbie, make her come to the base
Pink pus*y, pink slips in my safe
(Yeah) You switched your rollie face, heard it was fake
Uh, I put stones in my goyard foretaste
Uh, no receipts, the feds want that case
Cash Money, I still need that from baby (Yeah)
(Rawwest n*gga Alive)

[Verse 9: Rico Nasty]
Don't work at MAC but I'll beat a b*tch face
(I'll beat a b*tch face) huh?
In a foreign car like, do you wanna race?
(Do you wanna race b*tch?)
I smoke OG you can see it in my face
(See it in my motherf*ckin' face)
Blue hunnids on me, who gon' make some shake?
(Who gon' make some shake b*tch?)
You a dummy if they eat up off yo plate
(If they eat up off yo plate) b*tch
f*ck up the beat, then I go and beat my face
(Then I go and beat my face)
I'm the party, kiss my ass if I'm late
Haha (If I'm late b*tch)
Drinking Bacardi with your n*gga on a lake
(With your n*gga on a lake)
I-I'm that b*tch, he can see it in my face
(See it in my face hoe)
Freak b*tch he can see it in my face
(See it in my face hoe)
Blew up my phone cause he said he want a taste
(He said he want a taste)
Before you eat this pus*y better say your grace
(Better say your grace lil n*gga)
I'm in the front I ain't know it was a race
(Know it was a race)
Lace front but my baby hairs laid
(Baby hairs laid b*tch)
30 clip blowing off your toupee
(Buh buh bow)
30 inch b*tch watch how I slay
(Now watch how I slay) huh?
Get dismissed I don't got time today
(Got time today)
Anastasia my b*tch from Beverly
(My b*tch from Beverly)
It's gon' stay cause it's Urban Decay
(It's Urban Decay hoe)
No makeup on and I could still take your place lil b*tch
(Yah yah yah)
Don't work at MAC but I'll beat a b*tch face
(I'll beat a b*tch face) huh?
In a foreign car like, do you wanna race?
(Do you wanna race b*tch?)
I smoke OG you can see it in my face
(See it in my motherf*ckin' face)
Blue hunnids on me, who gon' make some shake?
(Who gon' make some shake b*tch?)
You a dummy if they eat up off yo plate
(If they eat up off yo plate) b*tch
f*ck up the beat, then I go and beat my face
(Then I go and beat my face)
I'm the party, kiss my ass if I'm late
Haha (If I'm late b*tch)
Drinking Bacardi with your n*gga on a lake
(With your n*gga on a lake)
Wit yo n*gga on a lake hoe
Weak b*tch
Gang gang gang
Free lil Tay-K
Rico Rico
You can see it in my motherf*ckin' face

[Verse 10: Montana of 300]
I just (I just) beat another gun case
Now I can do shows out the United States
I got sh*t locked and ain’t a mother f*cker safe
Paper on paper like a n*gga tryna trace
Gorillas with me and they love me, they gone spray
But imma say i pray this cake don’t turn my apes up into snakes
Let me find out I will not miss you I’m not case
‘Cus I’m gone shoot you right up in yo f*cking face
f*ck n*ggas always run they mouth and wanna hate
I’m taking all them b*tches out elimidate
Get out of line I bet this 40 set em straight
This b*tch got kick, free my n*gga Kevin Gates
My gun be singing, it be spitting like it’s Drake
Mashed potato on the barrel, then i split after it bake
Campaign, champagne when this 30 pop off
40 bang, blood dripping down his clothes Scott Hall
And you know I’m squeezing triggers until all my ops fall
For life I got bars, I’m not Ray, I’m not Claude
And my broski and em up next, like a Lonzo I ball
Eating good and I put that on everything, hot sauce
Don’t act like I’m not god, hope my flow is not flawed
Every bar is rock hard, b*tch my lyrics drop jaws
Ever since I was a pup, I knew I’d be top dog
Man you rappers not raw, hang it up like dropped calls
b*tch I’m the truth, don’t run no game, you can’t finesse
Make moves like chess, up on these squares just call me fresh
Green like the Jets, slid through New York, balled like the Mets
Yo b*tch she wet, she peeped the di*k print in my sweats
Was down to try and count me out, just like a ref
b*tch I’m self made, I’m CEO, b*tch I cut checks
Came in the game and started killing, Thomas Chef
Cop my first 30, you couldn’t tell me i wasn’t Steph
Panda express, been cook cats up like the chef
I was Smith N Wesson, I been freaky Jazzy like he Jeff
And I ain’t perfect, oh yeah I’d been in trouble before
Up in the jungle with bro, we used to hustle and flow
Ain’t sh*t to catch a body, I done caught a couple before
Man it’s the drug deal killers still juggle the flow
Up in a rental with pistol and a bundle of dough
Man I been flexing on these n*ggas since N.W.O
Bad b*tch on me, wanna put that monkey on me like Aladdin
I’m flying, my di*k gigantic, she rode the pipe like an addict
She bounce on it like a rabbit, she scream my name, got it tatted
Pulled it out, opened her mouth, put my wood in like a cabin
She a savage, anytime, any place I nicknamed her Janet
Blew on me Orlando Magic, that’s getting top like a attic
Boy yo ass don’t want no beef
Don’t want no smoke, don’t want no static
Tulley on my Gucci belt, tot that hammer like a mechanic
When these clips leave everybody wet, you ain’t watching Titanic
Reeking havoc, heaters blasting, they sound like they speaking spanish
I get busy with this 50, it singing like Lenny Kravitz
Blow a hole in you and yo bro like you was Goku and Raditz
b*tch you average, I be spazzing, I’m major pain on you maggots
FGE we keep green on us like we was from planet Namek
May 20th, pray for the devil on the way
Rap god b*tch, I just did the race (easy)

[Verse 11: Slim Jesus]
I cracked a wood and dropped an eighth (dropped an eighth)
I took that blunt right to the face (smoking dope)
What you re-up on I smoke that in a day
Burning fat woods get them swishers out my face
Yeah they know my name but they don't know bout me (don't know me)
If you don't know me then don't ask me bout the streets
Yeah he talking slick but he don't want no beef (he a b*tch)
b*tch my gun expensive and that talk is cheap (pow pow)
I keep a glizzy right up on my waist (on my waist)
Cause before I die I rather catch a case
Don't make me shoot you in your motherf*cking face (pow pow)
Let out shots and then I do the race (skrrt skrrt)
He a mouse, he be squeaking to police (you a b*tch)
When we catch him we gon put him on TV (boom boom)
f*ck what he saying he only savage on a beat (f*cking phoney)
Big-ass 40's shells knock him off his feet (boom boom)
I got that top, now I'm done, you can keep that b*tch (jeez)
Running with that bag, pockets full of blue strips (them bands)
Flexing with that pack, we run up in your sh*t (gimme that)
Rob the plug now we taking all his licks (f*cking goofy)
f*ck that Quali, b*tch I'm leaning off this Wockhardt (wock wock)
So much purple in my Sprite, b*tch I'm a wockstar (wock wock)
And I'm walking in Balmains not no Rockstars
I put a thirty in a toaster like a pop-tart (thirty thirty)
Yeah they know my name but they don't know bout me (nah)
If you don't know me then don't ask me bout the streets (b*tch)
Yeah he talking slick but he don't want no beef (hell no)
b*tch my gun expensive and that talk is cheap
I keep a glizzy right up on my waist (glizzy glizzy)
Cause before I die I rather catch a case
Don't make me shoot you in your motherf*cking face (pow pow)
Let out shots and then I do the race (skrrt skrrt)
b*tch you know how the f*ck we rocking man
Whole lotta gang sh*t
2k17 sh*t man, rubber band cartel sh*t
Gang gang gang gang

[Verse 12: YBN Nahmir]
Gang, brrra
Mr. Bounce Out with that 44., n*gga
Ayy, gang
f*ck a beat, I ain't had to beat no case, n*gga
Snitchin' on Lil Nahmir, watch them bullets eat 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 them locked
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
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
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
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

[Verse 13: XXXSCHOOLSHOOTER]

[Verse 14: DevonteTheOne]

[Verse 15: WoahhVicky]
Team 10 started it, Asian ass started running
Pull up with a stick, your Asian ass start ducking
Ariel made your Asian ass, stop flexing
Ching Chong Ching Chong Ching Chong, b*tch
(meow meow meow meow meow)
Ching Chong Ching Chong Ching Chong, b*tch
(meow meow meow meow meow)
I don't eat no cat b*tch
Okay okay okay okay okay okay okay
Sommer Ray said you had a little di*k
f*ck RiceGum you're a little b*tch
Imma go cook up a little diss
f*ck that, imma freestyle on that b*tch
I'm gon pull up, and I'm gon f*ck that b*tch
Bet you forgot, I'm from Zone Six
n*gga you a pus*y you ain't that b*tch
Guess you are what you eat then
I don't do no winnin and cappin
Imma come right for your head
And you better not do no pus*y ass slappin
Ching Chong Ching Chong Ching Chong, b*tch
(meow meow meow meow meow)
Ching Chong Ching Chong Ching Chong, b*tch
(meow meow meow meow meow)

[Verse 16: Enya Umanzor]
Who the f*ck tryna nut in my butt (uhh)
P-p-pipe so deep feel it all in my gut (yum)
Go to school just to eat a pencil (ooh crunchy)
Push my teacher right off her damn stool (uhh)
Dropped out cause I ain’t no nerd (loser)
Doing meth with my whole damn herd (squad goals)
Moo moo yes we are some cows (moo)
Get out the way utters go pow pow pow (skrt)
Out in Texas you know what that do (what they do)
Kiss my cousin cause he is so cool (yeet yeet)
sh*t on his di*k cause we roll that way (roll that way)
Y’all sleep cause we on a new wave

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