Guap Tarantino & Nav - Road Rage lyrics

[Intro: Lil Gotit & Guap Tarantino] Yeah, yeah, Hood Baby DMC Global now, n***a Know what I'm sayin' n***a got guap The magician Slimes in the place, I'm sayin' All snakes on this plane Let's go [Chorus: Lil Gotit & Guap Tarantino] (Let's go) Fast car, no drag race (Fast car) You broke, that's a sad face (On God), pockets swole, them big faces (Big faces) Big .38, no case (Big 30, brr), fast lifestyle, road rage (On God) Big iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie), my Biscotti like roaches (Like roaches) With Guap, the choker chain the coldest (Let's go), get head in the treetop (Yee) Let the money tumble in 'til my knees lock (Knees), and I'm tryna get some bad b**h back back (Yeah) Big burner make his a** do a four flat (Let's go), Biscotti got me high, sippin' Cognac Pop a perky then I beat the p**y longo, Hood Baby from the bottom, livin' humble (Yee) Now we got the racks hidden in the buckle [Verse 1: Guap Tarantino] Got the racks and went straight out the jungle, shawty wanna get paid, that's a no-no (Ra-ra-racks) In the trap with the snakes like Congo (Slatt), got a bag and you know I won't fumble (Let's go) Yeah, these n***as, they ain't talkin', they mumble (Nah), twenty hoes like Royal Rumble (Yeah) And I was just broke last summer (Last summer), now a young n***a playin' with the commas Got the racks, pull it straight out the lot (Ra-racks), broke n***as, they talk a lot (Yeah) Eighty racks, got a stash at the spot (What), can't entertain no thot (Let's go) In the hood, got the laser dot (Grr), you ain't good, you ain't got no knots (No) Young n***a gettin' racks all day (Racks), then I got five hoes in the spot (Woo) In her mouth like toothpaste, 30k, finna bust down the due date Foreign whip, give me head in the speed race (Woo), hundred sticks, boy, that's a damn sweepstakes (Grr) Hundred young n***as, I'm the damn sensei (Yeah), I remember we was juugin' off eBay This no cap, n***a, keep big Ks (No cap), lotta money, boy, a n***a need a big safe (Let's go) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] (Let's go) Fast car, no drag race (Fast car) You broke, that's a sad face (On God), pockets swole, them big faces (Big faces) Big .38, no case (Big 30), fast lifestyle, road rage (On God) Big iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie), my Biscotti like roaches (Like roaches) With Guap, the choker chain the coldest (Let's go), get head in the treetop Let the money tumble in 'til my knees lock (No cap), and I'm tryna get some bad b**h back back Big burner make his a** do a four flat, Biscotti got me high, sippin' Cognac (On God) Pop a perky then I beat the p**y longo (It's crazy), Hood Baby from the bottom, livin' humble (It's crazy but it's true) Now we got the racks hidden in the buckle [Verse 2: Lil Gotit] Hood Baby make the block hot (Hood Baby), 'member late nights, comin' off a hotbox Pyrex, used to cook it in the crockpot (On God), he talkin' too much, cut his lips off (Pssh) Hellcat can't curve, doin' drift-offs (Skrt), big slime, Maybach, cut the top off (Slatt) If they talkin' 'bout debt, brings the racks out (Know it), beat her back out, n***a, not Pacquiao Hot life, I'm livin' wrong, hot life, I'm livin' large Don't get caught after dark (On God), need a nine, we make it spark (Sling it) Four-four gon' make it bark (Let's do it), plus we ridin' in expensive cars (Let's do it) Long way from ridin' Mars (Let's do it), get geeked out my mind, no (Know it) Blood in the envelope (Slatt), these diamonds small, need a telescope (Ha) Hangin' by the, by the yellow rope (Brr), pack the building with a lot of hoes (Pssh) Put 'em all of payroll (Do it), bought a bag, now I'm gamin' Tell a f**boy stay in his lane (f**boy), he a Lil Gotit, keep on string [Chorus: Lil Gotit] (Let's go) Fast car, no drag race (Fast car) You broke, that's a sad face (On God), pockets swole, them big faces (Big faces) Big .38, no case (Big 30), fast lifestyle, road rage (On God) Big iced out Rollie (Iced out Rollie), my Biscotti like roaches (Like roaches) With Guap, the choker chain the coldest (Let's go), get head in the treetop Let the money tumble in 'til my knees lock (No cap), and I'm tryna get some bad b**h back back Big burner make his a** do a four flat, Biscotti got me high, sippin' Cognac (On God) Pop a perky then I beat the p**y longo (It's crazy), Hood Baby from the bottom, livin' humble (It's crazy but it's true) Now we got the racks hidden in the buckle