Racing Stripes Curren$y (Ft. DOM KENNEDY)

[Hook: Curren$y]
We don't fuck around with them fuck around niggas
That's why the baddest bitches be tryna get down with us
Taking risks, taking trips
Roll a dice, bet it all, we them niggas, bitch, right!
We on all night, lights
Living life fast in between them racing stripes
Living life fast in between them racing stripes
Living life fast

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Uh
Full of that loud, got me quiet in the crowd, standing out it
Miami Vice minus Crockett and Tubbs
Keep the Ferrari, them two fools was the fuzz
Can't fuck with that, I'm sorry, cuz
I might be back tomorrow if the head right good
But level with me, I can't be up in here every night
Park Ave, Big Mac on these little nuggets, small fries
Keep that shit up out my combo, I'm up-sized
This is revenge, like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
No bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lip rims
Killing these bitches just the same
Hotel suites, them hoes lay, they get slanged
Go home to you, waiting on the couch to complain
Oh man, Spitta that nigga, how y'all man
Ugh, don't tell me, I was just playing, yeah