The Race Yung Mal & Lil Quill

[Intro: Yung Mal]
Yeah
Rich
Eskimo

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
Hop in the foreign, we be racing (foreign, racing, racing, racing)
Pockets filled up with dead presidents, they think I'm racist
I cut her off 'cause she too basic (basic, basic, basic)
I can't fuck her 'less she got a friend, got 'em trading places
So many choppers like the Navy
Ride with them bitches every day just like we left the fuckin' Army basic
My neighborhood full of crack babys
Feds kicked the door, said we got that dope, neighbors say we goin' crazy

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Fuck you pay me, too much paper, fuck a hater
Brand new Rollie, wifey made it, could've bought a damn Mercedes
My shoes costs racks, alligator, she suck that dick, Draculator
I bust in her mouth, she swallow then she thank me later
Still on that Candler, middle of Decatur
I'm too plugged, got too much flavor
I came up, got too many haters
Brand new foreign, came with the papers
Tags on it, shawty gotta pick up
Ass on her, make me want to spend a bag on her
But she ain't shit, she too basic basic
I'm high as fuck, I think I laced it
Chase that cash, young nigga be patient
All them chances, I would take it
It couldn't break me, guess it made me
Lost my niggas, shit so crazy, crazy, crazy
Gotta thank God I beat the odds, goodness gracious, gracious, gracious