Stunna Cold - Grand Prix Lyrics

Yeah, aye, fatal
Zip, flare, another Grand Prix
Yeah, aye
In the fast lane
Yeah, aye
Turn it up a little bit
Luxebwoys Platinumbwoys
You know how I'm rocking nigga
Yeah, L-U-X-E
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, aye
Run it up again, I had to get it off the lot
Do a hundred miles, like I'm running from the cops
Pedal to the floor, butterfly doors
Open up doors, bitch it's coming off
People really hope that I have a way
People really wish that I wasn't safe
People really wish that I wasn't it
Now a nigga balling on some bullshit
Man I'm living in the fast lane
Man I hope I don't crash mane
Man I'm living in the fast lane
Man I hope I don't crash mane (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Zip!)
Yeah, yeah, aye, fatal
Yeah, yeah
Loyalty's a must
Royalty is plus
Loyalty is me
Royalty is us
Niggas really wishing that my life was in a ditch
I was rocking foreign, they was rocking Fitch
Now I'm rocking Preme, they still rocking Fitch
Bum ass niggas, ya'll ain't on shit
Try me and my family, I'll kill you niggas Stitch
Lilo, Lilo my wave on the wrist, yeah
Man I'm living in the fast lane
Man I hope I don't crash mane
Man I'm living in the fast lane
Man I hope I don't crash mane (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah