MotorSport

Yeah, skrrt
 M-M-M-Murda
 Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
 Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
 You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
 Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court
 Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
 Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
 Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
 Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
 Face all your fears, then get at me
 Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
 Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
 Feel like I can fly, yeah
 Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick
 Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
 Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks
 Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back
 Xans, Perky, check (yeah) Bill Belichick
 Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
 Take the air out the mall (hey), walk in with the sacks
 Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
 Offset (Uh)
 The coupe came imported (hey)
 This season's Off-white, come and snorted (white)
 Green Lamborghini, a tortoise (Lambo)
 No human being, I'm immortal (no)
 Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
 Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
 My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
 And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
 Soon as I land on the Leer (whew)
 Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
 488, hit the gears (488)
 Suicide doors, Britney Spears
 I'm boujee, so bitch, don't get near (boujee)
 Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
 Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
 It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)
 Ride the dick like a BMX
 No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
 I love when he go on tour
 'Cause he cums more when I see him less
 I get upset off, I turn Offset on
 I told him the other day
 Man, we should sell that porn
 Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
 I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different (yeah)
 Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
 Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
 These hoes ain't what they say they are
 And they pussy stink, they catfishin' (stank)
 Same hoes that was sendin' shots
 They reachin' out like they back itchin'
 Why would I hop in some beef? (Why?)
 When I could just hop in a Porsche?
 You heard she, gon' do what, from who?
 That's not a reliable source
 So tell me have you seen her?
 Let me wrap my weave up
 I'm the trap Selena
 Dame más gasolina (skrrt)
 Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
 Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
 You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
 Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
 Uh, yo, watch your man
 Then you should watch your mouth
 Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
 You see them stats, you know what I am about
 I am the champ, I'm Iron Mikin' about
 Attention, I'ma need you to face front
 You don't wanna smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
 Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
 My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
 You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil' Boosie
 All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
 I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
 Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
 This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
 I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
 I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, hoe
 Get you lined for that paper, like a loose leaf, when that strap blow
 I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
 If Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
 Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
 I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
 "Aye yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
 That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
 It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
 Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)
 Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
 I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)
 Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
 'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
 If Nicki should show me her titty
 Right hand on the Bible
 I swear I won't tell (swear)
 If I get to play with that kitty
 I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
 Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
 Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
 My chest bad, give me chills
 And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
 Not the watch, but the price on the ice
 If you don't know what that is (huh)
 Motorsport, motorville
 Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)
 Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
 Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
 You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
 Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court jump)
 Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
 Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
 Faced my fears (fears) gave my mama tears (mama)
 Shiftin' gears (shift,) on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
 Girl, yeah, yeah
 I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
 Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)
 That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
 Niggas not cappin' this season