YFG FATSO - Racing

★ intro ★
(big time)
Come on, come on
Frr, frr, come on
Come on, come on
Yeah, frr, frr

★ chorus ★
I seen that fuck nigga run back home, when the shit went wrong, he dippin'
Don't tell i'm nothin' like none of them niggas, i promise you, gang, we different (i'm not)
I talked to god on my way home from hits, he said i'm gifted (come on)
I talked to god, but i kick rocks with satan, how i'm gon' be christian? (how i'm gon' be christian?)
It's nothin' but blood under my shoes, i stepped out rockin' christian (frr)
I'm ready to bug, nigga, i might lose it, play with me, i'm gon' kill you (yeah, come on, come on)
This chain big, ap my wrist, nigga, i ain't no damn civilian (hell nah)
You can think i am, but your bitch know me, that's why she ate my children (come on, come on)

★ verse ★
It's all black on them hits, nigga, you can't see no skin (you can't)
You stay wantin' to play, act like you up in the mix, we know though 'cause you can't blend (you can't)
Nigga, we was the started ridin' in strikers and got to slidin' on the 'gram (come on)
And we made everybody else go get in the strikers and got to shootin' once again (come on)
You know that we learned that shit from somebody, but i can't bring them in (shh)
When i was in jail, i locked it up, had some niggas givin' they pin (come on)
Up in juvie, i wasn't like none of them, i had two of each item in bin (don't play)
Tryna play with that k, nigga gon' get baked, fuck around when fred and me bend (frr, frr, frr)
I told you that i'm a soldier, nigga, i can't give no statements (not none)
One time, they said my case was over and thought that shit was gon' make me (they thought)
I been hit hoes at just fourteen, had twenty-five bodies, don't play with me (don't do it)
Was stickin' my dick in and out of them hoes, why the i'ma use a safety?
I hit a bitch raw, my song went up, now she claim she feel the baby
I can't say, "yeah," and i can't say, "no," if i cheated, i'm tellin' her, "maybe" (it's done)
I go get around, they grabbin' my pants, it look like they tryna rape me (like why?)
Can't have your phone inside your hand around me actin' shaky (uh-uh)
Blackout for my stick, i'm lurkin'
Backseat with your bitch, suburban (frr, frr)
I ain't cry 'bout shit, i learned it
Don't what i spent, i burned it
I put work in, bitch, i earned it
Indian bitch, she don't know what a perc' do
One guy ain't get through that surgery
Where my strap? they tryna purge me (they tryin')
I'm tryna fuck somethin' off this perc', bitch damn near think i'm thirty (she thought)
You better not run off and leave your man, this shit in my hands for emergencies (frr)
I don't wanna have to go ride the vin and spin 'til it stop workin'
But we'll go and get in that bitch, come fry anythin' through your hood like church's (we will)
I been gave niggas the ups, they walked in on they own (i did)
I'm turnt as fuck, but humble enough, i gotta know what's goin' on
I really be stayin' have to dodge a nigga, i'm not tryna do no songs (i'm not)
You know what it is, just catch him and blitz him, you don't gotta call no phone (you don't)

★ chorus ★
I seen that fuck nigga run back home, when the shit went wrong, he dippin' (he gone, he gone)
Don't tell i'm nothin' like none of them niggas, i promise you, gang, we different (they know what i'm on)
I talked to god on my way home from hits, he said i'm gifted (frr, frr)
I talked to god, but i kick rocks with satan, how i'm gon' be christian? (how i'm gon' be that?)
It's nothin' but blood under my shoes, i stepped out rockin' christian (come on, come on)
I'm ready to bug, nigga, i might lose it, play with me, i'm gon' kill you (come on)
This chain big, ap my wrist, nigga, i ain't no damn civilian (i'm not)
You can think i am, but your bitch know me, that's why she ate my children

★ outro ★
She ate my cum, nigga
Yeah, come on
She ate my—
Frr, frr, you can think i—
She ate my—