Chevy Woods – The Race (Freestyle)

[Verse]
I’m fresh from Dubai on a loaded jet
I be on the flights you would never catch
Told her pick the tickets up at will cost
Cause her head game jumping, got that bullfrog
All these diamonds on me, it ain’t hard to notice me
Had you in that prescint and you was singing like Jodeci
I ain’t tryna hit it if it ain’t the right potency
See me with the gang and now she wanna get close to me
I can make time if the head right
And we can talk bread if it’s spread right
Fucking up a foreign, got the gears right
And you niggas keep on talking, this your year right?
I was in the trap playing dreamcast
Cheffing up the coke to get a mean bag
They gon’ come and get it with a ski mask
What’s up with you niggas, they sling fast
I don’t sip the red, it’s only activist
Franco Harris catching plays, I’m immaculate
What you in it for if you ain’t stacking it?
Got the trunk in the front, not the back of it
Okay now we talking real money
All my niggas with it got that field money
Crib from the ground, that’s that bill money
That’s that I don’t give a fuck how you feel money
Taylor Gang, boy that’s all I know
Jin and Jackson, I’m in action, got it in control
I’m about to catch a body like Drizzy
Purple Bape hoody on, yeah I’m Weezy
I’m just tryna catch a show and ball, Breezy
If you ain’t know, now you know, bitch believe me
If it’s about the money, then it’s go time
Special cloth alert, hang it up, clothes line

Murda Beatz & Jimmy Prime – Drop Out

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Imma [?]
Imma [?]
Imma [?], thirty a key
Your bitch keep on flirting with me

[Hook]
Drop out, yeah
Drop top, yeah
Hop out, yeah
Pop out, yeah
Rolling dice, yeah, yeah
Foreign whip, yeah
Take your bitch, yeah, yeah
Taking trips, yeah, yeah
Drop out, yeah
Drop top, yeah
Hop out, yeah
Pop out, yeah
Rolling dice, yeah, yeah
Foreign whip, yeah
Take your bitch, yeah, yeah
Taking trips, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I already told ‘ya
[?] the soldier
She want to come through and pour up
Pour a little juice in the soda
Keep the bag on check
Can’t let ’em check my bag
Gucci bees at your neck
Gucci bees on my rack
Flyer than a [?] Eagle
Smoking on death, call it Reaper
Shorty pull up in that Jeep-uh
Bet she gone call me the chief-uh
Do this for all of my people
They thinkin’ it must be illegal
They want us to give ’em the cheat codes
They know that we hittin’ like free throws

[Hook]
Drop out, yeah
Drop top, yeah
Hop out, yeah
Pop out, yeah
Rolling dice, yeah, yeah
Foreign whip, yeah
Take your bitch, yeah, yeah
Taking trips, yeah, yeah
Drop out, yeah
Drop top, yeah
Hop out, yeah
Pop out, yeah
Rolling dice, yeah, yeah
Foreign whips, yeah, yeah
Take your bitch, yeah, yeah
Taking trips, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Still gotta post on the block
Still gotta watch for the narcs
Still gotta girl from New York
She said I rule like I’m Ja
Ahh, Ahh
Still gotta eat with my dawgs
Still keep it locked like a jaw
Diamonds that ain’t got no flaws
Yeah, I bet it look easy to me
A bitch [?] easy with me
Purple Bape, I’m like Weezy with me
Eyy, Eyy
Now I treat the money like medicine
I got sickle, some shit that you could never get
Don’t play with my bands like the delicate

[Hook]
Drop out, yeah
Drop top, yeah
Hop out, yeah
Pop out, yeah
Rolling dice, yeah, yeah
Foreign whip, yeah
Take your bitch, yeah, yeah
Taking trips, yeah, yeah
Drop out, yeah
Drop top, yeah
Hop out, yeah
Pop out, yeah
Rolling dice, yeah, yeah
Foreign whips, yeah, yeah
Take your bitch, yeah, yeah
Taking trips, yeah, yeah