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tay-k - the race (remix) lyrics

[intro: tay-k & 21 savage]
i-i-i’m lil tay-k, i don’t think you want no action (21, 21)
you want action, you get turned into past tense (into past)
your boys deep? well, let’s get to subtractin’
smith & wesson made my .9 with subcompaction (skrrt)

[chorus: tay-k]
f-ck-f-ck-f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case (gang, gang)
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch i did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face (lil b-tch)
eli blast crackin’ fours like a vase (gang)
pop a n-gg- then i go out my way (skrrt)
do the dash then i go out the way
rob-rob-rob a n-gg- shoes, rob a n-gg- lace (give me that sh-t)
we tryna see a hunnid bands in our face

[verse 1: 21 savage]
f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat her face (21)
put it in your mouth, ahh, how it taste? (lil b-tch)
backend, n-gg-, that’s a 100k (on god)
four shows, n-gg-, i can buy a wraith (skrrt, skrrt)
my street cred platinum, ain’t nothin’ fake (21)
pulled up to the sl-t walk with a k (b-tch)
you a internet gangster, i’m a ape (21)
young savage, zone 6, ea (on god)
hundred round drum hangin’ off the drac’ (pew-pew-pew)
instagram live got him k!lled broad day (on god)
you can have the p-ssy, i want the face (21)
i ain’t tryna cuff you, i don’t want no case

[chorus: tay-k, 21 savage, & together]
f-ck-f-ck-f-ck a beat, i was tryna beat a case
but i ain’t beat that case, b-tch i did the race (skrrt, skrrt)
beat it up, where i nut? shorty face (yeah, i beat the case)
eli blast crackin’ fours like a vase
pop a n-gg- then i go out my way
do the dash then i go out the way
rob-rob-rob a n-gg- shoes, rob a n-gg- lace (give me that sh-t)
we tryna see a hunnid bands in our face

[verse 2: tay-k]
pimp gon’ be eatin’ good noodles every day (free pimp)
b-tch i’m drawin’ doodles, tay-k paint the way (you’re a simp)
chopper tear your dudies into fish fillet (lil b-tch)
i-i-i woke up too moody, who gon’ die today? (skrrt)
shoot a f-ckboy in his motherf-ckin’ face
we cookin’ up, boy, you don’t wanna go dat way (dat way, dat way)
gotta go dat way, you get robbed for your rackades (rackade, rackade)
gotta go dat way, boy, you not gon’ be happy
i tote 50s, i’m a shooter like young pappy (pew)
b-tch try to rob, we make her dance, michael jackson (skrrt)
we was plottin’, y’all was tryna get the pack in (lil b-tch)
get the pack in, you get robbed for a fraction (give me that sh-t)

[verse 3: young nudy]
you want the drama? we got the drama
for you and your folks, them (yo folks)
whole lotta guns, whole lotta choppers
whole lotta smoke for them (whole lotta smoke for them)
whole lotta motherf-ckin’ yellow tape
you don’t wanna smoke with them (you don’t wanna smoke with them)
that’s about me, young n-gg- from the streets
straight up pde (straight up)
shoot a motherf-cker straight up in the face, closed case
n-gg-, ask ’bout me (get shot at, n-gg-)
n-gg-, i’m so gutta with it, i’m slimin’
young n-gg-, i get with it (i get with it)
i’m with the sh-ts, is you with the sh-ts?
n-gg-, i don’t think you with the sh-ts (i don’t think you with the sh-ts)
do you got that stick? ’cause i tote that stick
n-gg-, that’s some daily sh-t, yeah (that’s some daily sh-t)
i’ll pitaroll a n-gg- if i got to (i’ll pitaroll a n-gg-)
n-gg-, don’t make me pull this stick out, i might chop you (i might chop them, chop)
n-gg- poppin’ like some b-tches (b-tches)
go across your head and n-gg- you ain’t gon’ need no st-tches (you ain’t gon’ need st-tches)

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