"The Race 2" lyrics

Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race
Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face
Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase
Pop a nigga then I go out my way
Do the dash then I go out the way
Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace
We tryna see a hundred bands in our face
Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day
Bitch I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K paint the way
Choppa turn your dudies into fish fillet
I woke up too moody, who gon' die today?
Shoot a fuck boy in his motherfuckin' face
We cooking up boy, you don't wanna go that way
Gotta go that way, you get robbed for your rackades
Gotta go that way, boy you not gon' be happy
I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy
Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson
We was plottin', ya'll was tryna get the pack in
Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction
I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action
You want action, you get turned into past tense
Your boys deep? Well let's get to subtractin'
Smith and Wesson made my .9 with sub-compaction

Fuck a beat I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race
I'm gon' shoot bitch, without a debate
I'm gon' shoot, you can see it in my face
Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case
But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race
See it in my motherfuckin' face