Lyrics Nascar - Lil Grim

Jugging the whole thing do that a whole lot
Thirty my G-lock fuck up a whole block
Ran up my digits on the road to the riches
Dodged a pothole ran into a road block
Cut him off if I find out my bro hot
Heard you talking to twelve better not
Get shot in your mouth just for talking a lot
I run up my bands when I walk in the spot
Nascar driver I drive with the stick you bound to get hit
3G a fast car driver I play with the forty's and Niner's
We can't stop 'cause the bodeins behind us
Opps hiding and shit like I hope they don't find us
I ain't running from shit but them sirens
If I take this gun off my hip then I'm firing
If he try to run up get hit send him flying
Don't hit my shit unless you buying

Airplane mode took a trip I'm flying
No rap cap all facts everything true you could punch me in my shit if I'm lying
New drip everything new... say his designer ain't fu I must be boo boo the fool
Ain't got shit for a bitch I won't even fubu your boo
I hit the trap make it do what it do
Can't double back I come through with a few
Disrespect who? Now my crew on the move
G22 I hit you you and you
Can't post on the block you can't cool in the stu
Did some homework got hip to his whereabouts
Every time we get the drop we air it out
The smoke died down I think them boys running out

Jugging the whole thing do that a whole lot
Thirty my G-lock fuck up a whole block
Ran up my digits on the road to the riches
Dodged a pothole ran into a road block
Cut him off if I find out my bro hot
Heard you talking to twelve better not
Get shot in your mouth just for talking a lot
I run up my bands when I walk in the spot
Nascar driver I drive with the stick you bound to get hit
3G a fast car driver I play with the forty's and Niner's
We can't stop 'cause the bodeins behind us
Opps hiding and shit like I hope they don't find us
I ain't running from shit but them sirens
If I take this gun off my hip then I'm firing
If he try to run up get hit send him flying
Don't hit my shit unless you buying