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Daytona
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Daytona was released on March 6, 2026 by slayr as a part of the album Half Blood (BloodLuxe)
March 6, 2026
Labelslayr
LanguageEnglish
BPM72
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Intro]
(M8I)
[Instrumental]
(slayr)
Beep, beep
[Chorus]
Uh, Hellcat goin' too dumb (Go)
Follow me wherever I run (Let's go)
​slayr, oh yeah, number one (Damn right)
​slayr, oh yeah, number one (Damn right)
They-they can't do what I did (Yeah, yeah)
You make sure you can't get nothin' (Get nothin')
House still vacant, tryna get somethin' (Damn right)
That's your bae? She tryna get somethin' (Go)
Huh, double-R truck sittin' outside, new double-R truck (Schyeah)
With my slime, he get shit done (Let's go)
Don't waste my time, I don't wanna be stuck (Beep-beep, yeah)
Boy on the floor, go pick him up (Ba-bing)
Whippin' this ho, let's make donuts (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin' this ho, no slave owner (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin' this ho like Daytona, huh, aight (Woo)
[Verse 1]
Tryna get high, let me re-up
Catchin' a vibe in Ocho Rios
Catchin' a vibe in Puerto Rico
Now I gotta say "Adiós, amigo"
She gotta stay to the side with her libido
I just might slide with my violence, twist the needle (Uh, slide)
I'm 'bout to slide no sight, Desert Eagle, huh (Woah)
Diamonds on diamonds, Jeff Beezle
All on my own, I can't stop with these people
Movie time, I wanna rob this Regal
Not gon' lie, wasting my time illegal
Know they be swarmin' us, fly like beetle
Got a brand-new truck, it fry these people
I would never cuff a bop (No way)
Frozen time on the watch (Okay)
Don't wanna talk, can't chop (Ooh)
[Verse 2]
Hold on, cut off the locs, big chop (Yeah)
Cut off— cut off the locs, big chop, yeah (Yeah)
Beat up the box, need mop (Yeah)
Hell yeah, I beat up the box, need mop, boy, yeah (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Stop playin' with my boy, bitch, yeah
Down bad fuckin' up my wrist, uh
Fuckin' up— fuckin' up my wrist, uh
I just got done fuckin' on lil' Stacy
Now I'm fuckin' on Melissa
Ain't no one got that bitch, no trace
Now she fucked up 'bout the distance
Come back, boo, got no motherfuckin' lace
'Bout to get Narcan in my system
Told my ass she needed some space
So I went ahead and fucked on her sister, yeah
[Chorus]
Hellcat goin' too dumb (Some space)
Follow me wherever I run (Yeah, yeah)
​slayr, oh yeah, number one (Damn right)
​slayr, oh yeah, number one (Damn right)
They-they can't do what I did (Yeah, yeah)
You make sure you can't get nothin' (Get nothin')
House still vacant, tryna get somethin' (Damn right)
That's your bae? She tryna get somethin' (Go)
Huh, double-R truck sittin' outside, new double-R truck (Schyeah)
With my slime, he gettin' shit done (Let's go)
Don't waste my time, I don't wanna be stuck
Boy on the floor, go pick him up (Ba-bing)
Whippin' this ho, let's make donuts
Whippin' this ho, no slave owner
Whippin' this ho like Daytona, huh, aight (Woo)
[Outro]
Uh-uh, uh-uh (Huh, aight)
Uh-uh, uh-uh (Huh, aight)
Uh-uh, uh-uh (Huh, aight)
I'm swervin', yeah (Huh, aight)
Written by: Chris Marek, Lucy Bedroque, M8i, slayr
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