The Race (Remix)
 作词 : Taymor McIntyre
 作曲 : Taymor McIntyre
I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action (21, 21)
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

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' b***h
**** a beat, I was tryna beat a cas
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase
But I ain't beat that case, b***h, I did the race (skrt, skrt
Do the dash then I go out the way
Pop a **** nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

Rob a **** nigga shoes, rob a **** nigga lac
**** a beat, I was tryna beat her face (21
Put it in your mouth, ugh, how it taste? (lil' **** nigga
Backend **** nigga, that's a 100k (on God
My street cred platinum, ain't nothin' fake (21)
Four shows, **** nigga, I can buy a Wraith (skrrt, skrrt
You a internet gangster, I'm a ape (21)
Young Savage, Zone 6, EA (on God)
Hundred round drum hangin' off the drake (pew pew pew)
Instagram Live got him killed broad day (on God)
Pulled up to the Slut Walk with a K (**** nigga
I ain't tryna cuff you, I don't want no case

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' b***h
**** a beat, I was tryna beat a cas
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase
But I ain't beat that case, b***h, I did the race (skrt, skrt
Do the dash then I go out the way
Pop a **** nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day
Rob a **** nigga shoes, rob a **** nigga lac
Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet
I woke up too moody, who gon' die today?
**** nigga, I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K paint the wa
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
Shoot a **** nigga in his mother****ing fac
We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the pack in
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' b***h
**** a beat, I was tryna beat a cas
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase

You want the drama? We got the drama
For you and your folks, them (folks)
Whole lotta guns, whole lotta chopper
Whole lotta smoke for them (whole lotta smoke for them)
Whole lotta mother****ing yellow tape
You don't wanna smoke with them (you don't wanna smoke)
That's about me, young mother****er from the streets
Straight up PDE (straight up)
Shoot a mother****er straight up in the face, closed case
Mother****er, ask bout me
Mother****er, I'm so gutta with it, I'm slimin'
Young mother****ers, I get with it (I get with it)
I'm with the shits, is you with the shits?
Nigga I don't think you with the gangstas (I don't think you with the gangstas)
Do you got that stick? 'Cause I tote that stick
Mother****er, that's some daily gangsta shit, yeah (daily gangsta shit)
I'll pitaroll a mother****er if I got to (pitaroll a mother****er)
Niggas don't make me pull this stick out, I might chop you (I might chop you)
B*****s poppin' like some zits
Go across your head and **** you ain't gon' need no stitches (you ain't gon' need stitches)

Sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil', hol' up, lil' b***h
**** a beat, I was tryna beat a cas
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase
But I ain't beat that case, b***h, I did the race (skrt, skrt
Do the dash then I go out the way
Pop a **** nigga then I go out my way (skrrrt
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face