Текст песни Race Me - Altoy

No shoes on my breaks nah i'm glued to my ways
You'll lose if we race all i knew was my place
Slappin on some ass i just groove and it shakes
Sprite in my cup but it's hue says it's grape
Bitch take a sip don't ask me how it tastes
Put it on your lips like the gloss that you face
Like the gloss that you face

I can't run around getting too attached
Shit ain't adding up do the math
Slap a bitch if needed i'm conceded got no rivalries
If i got a hoe i know she would die for me
Thinking i should white my teeth
Get some grills under my cheeks
See reflections when i speak
Getting fucked nickels looking like a dime a piece
Asking what i do, flippin packs and rhyme to beats
Only important hands that i shake
There are no arms on a snake
Just know that i'ma great
See me spitting meet me face to face
You can catch a fade i will catch a body
Any time of day you're not getting saved
Momma always prays that's my saving grace
All you can do when your sons up in space
Ashamed of all the drugs that i take
Still i'll say i'm the best till i'm blue in the face

No shoes on my breaks nah i'm glued to my ways
You'll lose if we race all i knew was my place
Slappin on some ass i just groove and it shakes
Sprite in my cup but it's hue says it's grape
Bitch take a sip don't ask me how it tastes
Put it on your lips like the gloss that you face
Like the gloss that you face

Got money on me just to get a rush
Never needed mush just to level up
Going harder than sediment
Fucking bitches that carry themselves with elegance everything i say is evident
Forward with it no retrospect
But still i get expensive retro specs
Comin first never neck to neck
Me and this shit go hand in hand like
A couple with their toes in the sand
Always a hunnid with it but the flow is a band
All i knows the chance i just spoke demands
And they rose from my hands like a bouquet
Every hour feels like a new day
Spend another blue face
Sippin on the D'usse
True say coming at a new pace
Two phones yeah i got two names
True say coming at a new pace
Two phones yeah i got two names

No shoes on my breaks nah i'm glued to my ways
You'll lose if we race all i knew was my place
Slappin on some ass i just groove and it shakes
Sprite in my cup but it's hue says it's grape
Bitch take a sip don't ask me how it tastes
Put it on your lips like the gloss that you face
Like the gloss that you face