I-I-I I got hundreds on the highway, I'm a bad boy You too caught up in your life, you a sad boy Bad bitch on my line, I think that she a joy tie Nothing bout the map like SSB when I main roy Two twin glocks, twinning em Pull up on his block, and get rid of him (yeah) We got hella mops, clean it up Brodie hittin' shots, keep it tucked Yeah, fuck that bitch I'm a racer That shit ran yo motherfuckin' city like I'm Tracer Bang bang, I came in the room with a laser Hit him in the face now his body turn to vapours Yeah, fuck that bitch I'm a racer That shit ran yo motherfuckin' city like I'm Tra-a-a-a Bang bang, I came in the room with a laser Hit him in the face now his body turn to vapours Maybe, I'm too, lost and, confused Maybe, you are Someone, I use (I use) I use (I use) Someone, I use (I use) I use (I use) Someone, I-I-I I-I-I Someone, I-I-I-I I-I-I It was all a dream I had you, inside my arms If you tried to run from me I promise you won't, get far I just wanna live the life Party girls, and foreign guys Don't let pressure get to you It will come break you apart