The Race

Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case

But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race

Beat it up, where I nut? Shorty face

Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase

Pop a nigga then I go out my way

Do the dash then I go out the way

Rob a nigga shoes, rob a nigga lace

We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day

Bitch I'm drawin' doodles, Tay-K paint the way

Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet

I woke up too moody, who gon' die today?

Shoot a fuckboy in his motherfuckin' face

We cookin' up, boy, you don't wanna go dat way

Gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades

Gotta go dat way, boy you not gon' be happy

I tote 50s, I'm a shooter like Young Pappy

Bitch try to rob, we make her dance, Michael Jackson

We was plottin', y'all was tryna get the pack in

Get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction

I'm Lil Tay-K, I don't think you want no action

You want action, you get turned into past tense

You're boys deep? Well, let's get to subtractin'

Smith & Wesson made my .9 with sub-compaction

Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case

But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race

I'm gon' shoot bitch, without a debate

I'm gon' shoot, you can see it in my face

Fuck a beat, I was tryna beat a case

But I ain't beat that case, bitch I did the race

See it in my mothafuckin' face