Relax, relax, relax, relax
Carlos, what are you up to?
Love and love, love and love
Speed racing, we got a drop, we gon' get there first
But he think he hard because he rapping, go clocking and work
Don't run, I'ma catch you, scoot around the track
That day coming up and you ain't sly, go get back
Pussy, and we gon' kill your brother
I heard she hanged herself in a cell, but shout out to your mother
Me and my Glock got a thing, I think we love each other
Chillin' with my family, he ain't got his, so I know he bought her
He actin' like he really finna spend, but he ain't online
Bro, I wanna share, we off the lick and we havin' fun
I know she ready, pull it to the side, she had a thong on
She gettin' slutted out, get off the phone, bitch, you look dumb
Catch a nigga, run his eyes over, he thought he could run
I be gettin' high off dead niggas when I roll my blunts
Nigga think he hard, he in that group, but y'all share a gun
I heard that nigga don't take showers, you a dirty monk
I don't need help, bitch, I got it, I'm one of one
If I get my shooter, best believe he get the job done
I'm grindin' money, tryna chase the bag, gotta get paid
Shout out to that one dead nigga, heard he in a grave
Speed racing, we got the drop, we gon' get there first
But he think he hard because he rapping, go clocking and work
Don't run, I'ma catch you, scoot around the track
That day finna come, he ain't sly, go get back
Don't run, I'ma catch you, scoot around the track
Carlos, what are you up to?