The Race (Remix) - Tay-K/21 Savage/Young Nudy

Written by：Taymor McIntyre

I'm Lil Tay-K I don't think you want no action 21 21

You want action you get turned into past tense

Your boys deep Well let's get to subtractin'

Smith and Wesson made my 9 with sub-compaction

F**k a beat I was tryna beat a case

But I ain't beat that case b**ch I did the race skrt skrt

Beat it up where I nut Shorty face

Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase

Pop a ni**a then I go out my way skrrrt

Do the dash then I go out the way

Rob a ni**a shoes rob a ni**a lace

We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

F**k a beat I was trynna beat her face 21

Put it in your mouth ugh how it taste lil' b**ch

Backend ni**a that's a 100k on God

Four shows ni**a I can buy a Wraith skrrt skrrt

My street cred platinum ain't nothin' fake 21

Pulled up to the Slut Walk with a K b**ch

You a internet gangster I'm a ape 21

Young Savage Zone 6 EA on God

Hundred round drum hangin' off the drake pew pew pew

Instagram Live got him killed broad day on God

You can have the p**sy I want the face 21

I ain't tryna cuff you I don't want no case

F**k a beat I was tryna beat a case

But I ain't beat that case b**ch I did the race skrt skrt

Beat it up where I nut Shorty face

Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase

Pop a ni**a then I go out my way skrrrt

Do the dash then I go out the way

Rob a ni**a shoes rob a ni**a lace

We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face

Pimp gon' be eatin' good noodles every day

B**ch I'm drawin' doodles Tay-K paint the way

Choppa tear your dudies into fish fillet

I woke up too moody who gon' die today

Shoot a f**kboy in his motherf**kin' face

We cookin' up boy you don't wanna go dat way

Gotta go dat way you get robbed for your rackades

Gotta go dat way boy you not gon' be happy

I tote 50s I'm a shooter like Young Pappy

B**ch try to rob we make her dance Michael Jackson

We was plottin' y'all was tryna get the pack in

Get the pack in you get robbed for a fraction

F**k a beat I was tryna beat a case

But I ain't beat that case b**ch I did the race skrt skrt

Beat it up where I nut Shorty face

Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase

You want the drama we got the drama

For you and your folks them folks

Whole lotta guns whole lotta chopper

Whole lotta smoke for them

whole lotta smoke for them

Whole lotta mothaf**kin' yellow tape

You don't wanna smoke with them you don't wanna smoke

That's about me young ni**a from the streets

Straight up PDE straight up

Shoot a mothaf**ka straight up in the face closed case

Ni**a ask bout me

Ni**a I'm so gutta with it I'm slimin'

Young ni**a I get with it I get with it

I'm with the sh*ts is you with the sh*ts

Ni**a I don't think you with the sh*ts

Do you got that stick 'Cause I tote that stick

Ni**a that's some daily sh*t yeah daily sh*t

I'll pitaroll a ni**a if I got to pitaroll a ni**a

Ni**a don't make me pull this stick out I might chop you

I might chop you

Ni**a poppin' like some b**ches

Go across your head and ni**a you ain't gon' need no stitches

You ain't gon' need stitches

F**k a beat I was tryna beat a case

But I ain't beat that case b**ch I did the race skrt skrt

Beat it up where I nut Shorty face

Eli blast crackin' 4s like a vase

Pop a ni**a then I go out my way skrrrt

Do the dash then I go out the way

Rob a ni**a shoes rob a ni**a lace

We tryna see a hunnit bands in our face