Ice cream with the white on white
Chain lookin' like a lightning strike
Came up from a bowl of rice
What you know about sacrifice
Table spoon with the creatine
Count a band when the door swing
Loud packs no codeine
Smell that gas on my coat sleeve
All about my proceeds
Slaughter rats and get more cheese
Money bags like groceries
Game stretchin' way overseas
Brakin' niggas like ovaries
Old money like Jodeci
Round house back flip
Karate chop em like Japanese
Kill the game like lung disease
Cashin checks watch me run em up
Young hustler used to run amuck
When that lightweight was a ton to us
Ridin round smokin' thunder f*ck
450 with a bundle tucked
Shooter with me don't get thunder struck
He be snortin' clean just to pump him up
Pockets heavy see em lumpin' up
Peep the game watch me stretch it out
On the low like ah crocodile
Always on never clockin' out
Hit the game like Pacquiao
Chasin bags watch me line em up
Talkin loud better tighten up
Nigga throwin' shade I'ma light em up
Nascar makin' waves
Burnin out I'm in first place
All night runnin' plays
Move em out at a fast pace
Lookin up better days
Being broke left a bad taste
Checkered flag on stage
Run the streets like a drag race
I'ma do it for my folks
Wish that I could see you every day
I'ma do it for the haters
I'ma shine on em anyway
Old Chevy with the tented plates
Wind vents with the winter skates
Lotta love but its plenty hate
I'ma keep it real gotta shoot it straight
Gotta elevate
Aim for the dome and exterminate
Planted a seed let it germinate
Rhymes like yak fermentate
Yea the chopper got a mean twin
Extendos and the beams in
Ammunition choppin' tree limbs
Chillin' chewin' on a weed stem
Every weekend
I'm in the lab with a ink pen
Let it sink in
Back stroke off the deep end
Lab coat and an aux send
Loose ends get tied tight
Smokin heavy like dried ice still poppin' like fried rice
Nascar makin' waves
Burnin out I'm in first place
All night runnin' plays
Move em out at a fast pace
Lookin up better days
Being broke left a bad taste
Checkered flag on stage
Run the streets like a drag race
Lil Mik3 Millionz - Drag Race Lyrics
Lil Mik3 Millionz - Drag Race Lyrics
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Ice cream with the white on white
Chain lookin' like a lightning strike
Came up from a bowl of rice
What you know about sacrifice
Table spoon with the creatine
Count a band when the door swing
Loud packs no codeine
Smell that gas on my coat sleeve
All about my proceeds
Slaughter rats and get more cheese
Money bags like groceries
Game stretchin' way overseas
Brakin' niggas like ovaries
Old money like Jodeci
Round house back flip
Karate chop em like Japanese
Kill the game like lung disease
Cashin checks watch me run em up
Young hustler used to run amuck
When that lightweight was a ton to us
Ridin round smokin' thunder f*ck
450 with a bundle tucked
Shooter with me don't get thunder struck
He be snortin' clean just to pump him up
Pockets heavy see em lumpin' up
Peep the game watch me stretch it out
On the low like ah crocodile
Always on never clockin' out
Hit the game like Pacquiao
Chasin bags watch me line em up
Talkin loud better tighten up
Nigga throwin' shade I'ma light em up
Nascar makin' waves
Burnin out I'm in first place
All night runnin' plays
Move em out at a fast pace
Lookin up better days
Being broke left a bad taste
Checkered flag on stage
Run the streets like a drag race
I'ma do it for my folks
Wish that I could see you every day
I'ma do it for the haters
I'ma shine on em anyway
Old Chevy with the tented plates
Wind vents with the winter skates
Lotta love but its plenty hate
I'ma keep it real gotta shoot it straight
Gotta elevate
Aim for the dome and exterminate
Planted a seed let it germinate
Rhymes like yak fermentate
Yea the chopper got a mean twin
Extendos and the beams in
Ammunition choppin' tree limbs
Chillin' chewin' on a weed stem
Every weekend
I'm in the lab with a ink pen
Let it sink in
Back stroke off the deep end
Lab coat and an aux send
Loose ends get tied tight
Smokin heavy like dried ice still poppin' like fried rice
Nascar makin' waves
Burnin out I'm in first place
All night runnin' plays
Move em out at a fast pace
Lookin up better days
Being broke left a bad taste
Checkered flag on stage
Run the streets like a drag race
Chain lookin' like a lightning strike
Came up from a bowl of rice
What you know about sacrifice
Table spoon with the creatine
Count a band when the door swing
Loud packs no codeine
Smell that gas on my coat sleeve
All about my proceeds
Slaughter rats and get more cheese
Money bags like groceries
Game stretchin' way overseas
Brakin' niggas like ovaries
Old money like Jodeci
Round house back flip
Karate chop em like Japanese
Kill the game like lung disease
Cashin checks watch me run em up
Young hustler used to run amuck
When that lightweight was a ton to us
Ridin round smokin' thunder f*ck
450 with a bundle tucked
Shooter with me don't get thunder struck
He be snortin' clean just to pump him up
Pockets heavy see em lumpin' up
Peep the game watch me stretch it out
On the low like ah crocodile
Always on never clockin' out
Hit the game like Pacquiao
Chasin bags watch me line em up
Talkin loud better tighten up
Nigga throwin' shade I'ma light em up
Nascar makin' waves
Burnin out I'm in first place
All night runnin' plays
Move em out at a fast pace
Lookin up better days
Being broke left a bad taste
Checkered flag on stage
Run the streets like a drag race
I'ma do it for my folks
Wish that I could see you every day
I'ma do it for the haters
I'ma shine on em anyway
Old Chevy with the tented plates
Wind vents with the winter skates
Lotta love but its plenty hate
I'ma keep it real gotta shoot it straight
Gotta elevate
Aim for the dome and exterminate
Planted a seed let it germinate
Rhymes like yak fermentate
Yea the chopper got a mean twin
Extendos and the beams in
Ammunition choppin' tree limbs
Chillin' chewin' on a weed stem
Every weekend
I'm in the lab with a ink pen
Let it sink in
Back stroke off the deep end
Lab coat and an aux send
Loose ends get tied tight
Smokin heavy like dried ice still poppin' like fried rice
Nascar makin' waves
Burnin out I'm in first place
All night runnin' plays
Move em out at a fast pace
Lookin up better days
Being broke left a bad taste
Checkered flag on stage
Run the streets like a drag race
Writer: Michael David
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid