Speed Racer

Times racing
Felt like I was just a kid, No Jason
But I'm still dropping dimes
Got a new diva who make my last baddie look basic
Got a new whip that zip
It zip
Uh
Turned me to Speed Racer
Now I'm just hugging the curves
Like I be hugging the curb
Whoa
Take a dance break

I dab up niggas I know I won't handshake
They energy off
I can feel it

You won't ever catch me chilling
Not til I get a Bahama mama
Who yacht license won't expire til Andre 3000 come out of retirement

Whoa

Do it again

Hold Up
Hold Up

Bout to cop a G Wagon (Why)
The coupe don't fit none of her friends
Hopping out the whip looking like the lead singer of a female band

Irony

I don't live for the weekends
Go to sleep around 5 am
Living out what I'm dreaming
Can't deprecate in value when you the one who always stayed peaking

I don't mean peaking like creeping
But I give her TLC
That's that Tender Love and Care
For my PYT
That's my Pretty Young Thang
We you see her you see me
Yeah
When I see her I see GOD
That last bar got you thinking too hard

Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
Yeah