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Daytona
Hip-Hop/Rap
Daytona was released on June 19, 2026 by EXTACY/Avion RecordsĀ® as a part of the album New Dawn
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Release DateJune 19, 2026
LabelEXTACY/Avion RecordsĀ®
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM160

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cristian F. Gomez
Cristian F. Gomez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristian F. Gomez
Cristian F. Gomez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hey.tobiii
Hey.tobiii
Producer

Lyrics

Hey Tobiii
Lonely, I hate you
Huh, in a fast car, yeah, I’m gettin’ road rage
Cups like it’s NASCAR, Ima drink ā€˜em my way
Yes I’m doin’ way too much, I might take my whip to the highway, aye
Through the fast lane, aye, I’ll do it my way
Money in the bank and yes I got it on my own
Bought a chain & Saint Laurent and now they hatin’ through the phone
Yeah, all this money so addicting tell me how to I get more
ā€˜ddicting tell me how do I get more, I push the pedal to the floor
SRT Daytona, Petty Blue, no I ain’t bound to lose
Didn’t have a choice, I had to get it, now I’m countin’ blue
Why you all in my space? Daytona my highway
Talladega nights, aye, lil bitch I’m zoomin’ through the highway
Huh, Jay Leno my whip too fast, hop inside the F1, bitch I’m gone
Two Forty-somethin’ on my dash, ain’t pumpin’ no breaks, yeah, I’m in my zone
Push to start, rev it loud, I might take this whip to Mars
I’m shinnin’ like a star, yeah, I’m a shootin’ star
SMG’s & AMG’s, I keep that shit on
All this money fall on me, spend it by my lone
Spend this shit, I don’t take out loans
Bitch I’m in my fuckin’ zone
Got bands on bands on me and it shows
In an SRT, I’m gone
Had to get it like it’s do or die, you do you, see me I’m doin’ mine
I pull out a G-Wagon, we know where you at
You a pussy ass bitch, you ain’t really all that
Got a cross on my neck cause I’m blessed, that’s a fact
Lil bitch I’m goin’ dawn, lil bitch I’m goin matte
Spend a bag, get it back in like twenty-four hours
Yeah twenty-four like I’m racing for a Rolex
Got a big body Benz, I got it straight Brabus
Shit, I might trade it for that new Bentayga
Jacket from Issey Miyake, no you cannot find me
My location like I’m on the run
Step on the gas, make that bitch go roar
Take off like a plane, know I’m finna soar
Got a VETEMENTS suit, cologne Dior
Cross chain on me, white gold
If you ain’t first, they say you in last
I say ā€œif you got money it ain’t no Lā€ bitch I’m countin’ bands
Ain’t no Billie Jean, I make her dance
Pop out with the sticks, hell yeah
Got Benji’s, not no Andrew Jackson’s
You can try, but can’t knock me off my grind
Rather die ā€˜fore I come in last
Huh, in a fast car, yeah, I’m gettin’ road rage
Cups like it’s NASCAR, Ima drink ā€˜em my way
Yes I’m doin’ way too much, I might take my whip to the highway, aye
Through the fast lane, aye, I’ll do it my way
Money in the bank and yes I got it on my own
Bought a chain & Saint Laurent and now they hatin’ through the phone
Yeah, all this money so addicting tell me how to I get more
ā€˜ddicting tell me how do I get more, I push the pedal to the floor
SRT Daytona, Petty Blue, no I ain’t bound to lose
Didn’t have a choice, I had to get it, now I’m countin’ blue
Why you all in my space? Daytona my highway
Talladega nights, aye, lil bitch I’m zoomin’ through the highway
Run it back, run it back
Push to start, do the dash
You can try, but you can’t take this crown from me, bitch I feel like LeBron
Bitch I’m ballin’, I keep it real
You know I’ma bring it home, Daytona, no ghost
Yeah, you know how it goes
If you ain’t first, they say you in last
I say ā€œif you got money it ain’t no Lā€ bitch I’m countin’ bands
Ain’t no Billie Jean, I make her dance
Pop out with the sticks, hell yeah
Got Benji’s, not no Andrew Jackson’s
You can try, but can’t knock me off my grind
Rather die ā€˜fore I come in last
Huh, in a fast car, yeah, I’m gettin’ road rage
Cups like it’s NASCAR, Ima drink ā€˜em my way
Yes I’m doin’ way too much, I might take my whip to the highway, aye
Through the fast lane, aye, I’ll do it my way, huh
SRT Daytona, Petty Blue, no I ain’t bound to lose
Didn’t have a choice, I had to get it, now I’m countin’ blue
Why you all in my space? Daytona my highway
Talladega nights, aye, lil bitch I’m zoomin’ through the highway
Written by: Cristian F. Gomez
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