40 Yard Dash

I'm sprinting to the money I hope I got a fast 40 time All I know is I got a flow that's as hot as summertime And a buncha rhymes, that's known to baffle minds And old school style, yeah I shop when I travel time Eat these rappers, no doubt that I'm a carnivore Find a whore and give her pipe the size of a dinosaur Haha, that's sure to leave her kinda sore But guarentee tomorrow she will be back for more Got ya girlie twerking fast, giving me whiplash I get cash, go to the mall and spend it quick fast You hatin' niggas out here makin' death threats My biggest concern is which chick I'mma smash next We get racks, swipe black cards and cash checks Go far with bad broads and have sex Audamars, convertible cars and iced necks About my currency, so you know I'm jet set YBD's the click, yeah you know we rep that Till I'm in the grave, sleepin' in my death bed Even then I throw the sign from the heavens Ya head gassed up like 7-11 Uh, I'm the best out, most certainly Nothing you haters ever doin' is really hurtin me I just make your girlfriend get on her knees Then I get at them lips like Burt's Bee's You niggas gayer than 8 guys blowin 9 guys Me and money go together like chemicals, cyanide I'm on my big shh, yeah, horse flies Why lie? I'm the prince like cyhi You throwin' shots but your aim is terrible you have no hope Bet you couldn't even hit the ocean from a boat I'm 15 with lyrical charisma that is twice my age Lyrics got you lost, yeah you trapped in a lyrical maze Camo shorts on, general, major payne Ballin' on these niggas, pass me the gatorade Turning to the darkside I only see shades of grey I'm makin' cake, debate your fate, I put in work on labor day The k will spray, you'll die today Life is priceless, but you losing it is the price you gotta pay, aye