Daytona

Push on the gas
Take off like Daytona
Smoke by my lonely
Ima real stoner
Fuckin it up
Im the best thought I told ya
Stay out them streets
cuz i might run u over
Far from sober
Bank roll heavy like a boulder
Damn near falling over
Straight west coaster
Cold wit the game
Cant hold us
Pieces on me look polar

Cash holder
Bossed up
Talkin big business
Tryna make moves wit some owners
She on ma boner
Always got ma name in her mouth
Tryna tag along sorry cant hold ya
On another level
Swear these niggas cant hold us
Way too smooth and stand strong
Cant fold us
Hold up
Run up the score til the board bust
Yellin Handful of money now
We need more bruh

Push on the gas
Take off like DAYTONA
Smoke by my lonely
Im a real stoner
Fuckin in up
Im the best thought i told ya
Stay out them streets
Cuz i might run you over
Far from sober
Bankroll heavy like a boulder
Damn near fallin over
Straight west coasta
Cold wit the game
Cant hold us
Pieces on me look polar

I just wake em up wit no foldgers
Passenger chick she lean over
I just gotta beat it when i pull over
Knock the walls down like a bulldozer
Young nigga came from the basement
I can give ya bitch a placement
Pull up in a whip caucasian
They look at the wheels
When they spin

Push on the gas
Take off like DAYTONA
Smoke by my lonely
Im a real stoner
Fuckin in up
Im the best thought i told ya
Stay out them streets
Cuz i might run you over
Far from sober
Bankroll heavy like a boulder
Damn near fallin over
Straight west coasta
Cold wit the game
Cant hold us
Pieces on me look polar

Push on the gas
Take off in a rover
Smoke on the move
Yea im a high roller
If its bout beef
Watch the head on ya shoulders
Still talk ma shit so they know it aint over

Slither the ranks thru the city
Like a cobra
Stand up in the whip all the way to Arizona
Look at them swervin them tires on the pavement
Niggas in Chevys they wildin out daily
Like its DAYTONA
Know u gon wanna
Got her eyes open
Now she sweatin like a sauna
When i start the race
See it in her face
She feelin the adrenaline
Im feelin her persona

Yea hardly sober
Don't slip on the drip
These hoes keep fallin over
Cuz of the game ma heart got colder
Give a bitch the blues
Now she callin me Grover

Got the pack stashed
U can smell that odor
Drivin packs to Georgia from California
Under the spoiler
Under the motor
We do it for bags
But what is ur motive

Push on the gas
Take off like DAYTONA
Smoke by my lonely
Im a real stoner
Fuckin in up
Im the best thought i told ya
Stay out them streets
Cuz i might run you over
Far from sober
Bankroll heavy like a boulder
Damn near fallin over
Straight west coasta
Cold wit the game
Cant hold us
Pieces on me look polar