Baby Got Brap

Sheeesh

See you don't want to test me, I come through in an FC cut

That NOS hot, I drop the top and hit that effing button

I grab the wheel like my granddaddy left me something

It's a half a mil' but he said it best be custom (aye, look)

That rotary motor better be holding me down

Where there's tires there's smoke

And I'm choking 'em out, I'm controlling the crowd

I'm banging, I'm bringin' the heat

Tell me how much angle you need

That turbo put a baby to sleep (ch-ch-ch-chhh)

Baby got brap

Yo, and when I pass 'em in a panic they be asking why I do 'em like that

I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clapped

I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's facts (watch out)

That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got

That candy paint look like rose gold

All new parts for my whips they got a old soul

I'm big timin', my bitch behind me gettin' the roll on

Wrong color smoke, you would think I was tryna coal roll

Ay, what's up with GMG?

He 'on't wanna see me gleam

That's 350z, Sylvia pickle thing

I ain't got no catalytic converter, but you see the dream

If hater's got beef, it must be vegan meat

Baby got brap

Yo, and when I pass 'em in a panic they be askin' why I do 'em like that

I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clapped

I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's facts (watch out)

That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got

Me and Haraguchi, that's the same thing (same thing)

Hot boy RX-7s, you know he the king (king tings)

Fat Garrett turbo, make that engine sing

Haitian boy with a dream, call me Martin Luther wing

Nappy boy Auto in this bitch (permanent)

We work for this, and now it's Mortal Kombat in the tournament

We be laughing in the driver's seat, but it ain't a skit

Shit can go left real fast, check the angle kit

I taught Pain how to slide on the track (yeah)

Then Pain taught me how to slide on the track (yeah)

Twerkstallion don't go brap, that bitch got a v8

That motherfucker go gyaaa

Fenders thicker than a Snicker, let me tandem with ya

Black-owned and driven, maybe you can tandem with us

But that's just me and I can say that that's that

'Cause I got four RX-7s and at least one of them

Baby's got brap

Yo, and when I pass 'em in a panic they be asking why I do 'em like that

I get the band together, put them hands together, trust me, boy, you can get clapped

I'm out here hittin' limiters, and just because we similar don't means that it's facts (watch out)

That engine bay be hot so I ain't gotta say a lot 'cause baby got (brrr)