Lyrics Gran Turismo - Nines

Copped a whip, bulletproofed the window
It's like Gran Turismo
Uh
You niggas can't keep up, your whip's too slow
That shit ain't Gran Turismo
Uh
My doors so low, like it did the limbo
That's that Gran Turismo
Uh
And if you're wondering, where did your chick go?
We're doing up Gran Turismo
She on her knees cah I'm making p's
Cause I'm in that C63 AMG
Or I'm in that 911 Porsche
Chick with me and she smoking like my exhaust
I'm from the hood, now I'm living in a mansion
Like a black James Bond when I'm sitting in the Aston
Remember when I came out of court feeling pissed off
So I copped the Range Rover Sport
You can give me head but you can't keep gagging
Cah I can't mess up the seats in this G-Wagon
Gotta switch up the whips, baby I'm a rap star
This ain't my Q8, it's my nigga Skrapz car
Told my nigga Carn come scoop me in the Maybach
I ain't waiting till April to get a May bach
I was in the breakfast bar eating salmon
Had to tell Karen I ain't moving my McLaren
It's Nines
Copped a whip, bulletproofed the window
It's like Gran Turismo
Uh
You niggas can't keep up, your whips too slow
That shit ain't Gran Turismo
Uh
My doors so low, like it did the limbo
That's that Gran Turismo
Uh
And if you're wondering, where did your chick go?
We're doing up Gran Turismo
2024 I'm smarter and I'm wiser
Me and YD hopping out the Double R with a driver
My nigga Half copped the X5
Know I love cars so I took it for a test drive
Still hopping out the Bentley truck
With my Friday chick and shes Fendi'd up
You can't drag race me, we can have a bet
Been through most whips, still ain't had a Bugatti yet
In the C-Class, that's my blender
Shout my nigga Billy, go pick up the Defender
Got the Cullinan parked up outside the rave
Came a long way from the Ferrari in a microwave
Came out of jail, I had no car
My nigga A2 was like here, take the Golf R
Should I take the Jag? Nah today I'm in the Urus
The way I switch whips, all you haters can't afford this
It's Nines
Copped a whip, bulletproofed the window
It's like Gran Turismo
Uh
You niggas can't keep up, your whips too slow
That shit ain't Gran Turismo
Uh
My doors so low, like it did the limbo
That's that Gran Turismo
Uh
And if you're wondering, where did your chick go?
We're doing up Gran Turismo