No Brakes

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: e-dubble] In the front seat sittin' shotgun Sippin' starburst while we bump bop-gun On some throwback shit while we toast the night No Goose motherfucker, we the top-gun So we're Maverick's, we get blasted No Palin , we feeling for Alaska Cuz we cold even though we gettin' warmed up No brakes why we never get casted But we stars though, so you know we act proper Probably good enough to steal a motherfucking Oscar Rockin' speakers, spillin' that Vodka It don't make a difference, it was only that pop-off Real sippin', who the hell is gonna stop us? A big dog when I get a fucking sponsor 44 weeks later still poppin' If you pick it up then I promise I'll drop it Like Wayne did, I'm on the same shit that I was back before I ever even had a buzz And the spectrum still stood, the wack was still wood Platinum acts, the ripped tracks were still good The shit was utopic, so I'm focused I'm playing for the women, you can keep that trophy I don't need no shiny keepsakes You better pack light if you're trying to keep pace [Hook] If you're feelin' that shit say 'hey' Even if you got a red light still go Livin' your life, keep dodging that pain Why say yes when you really want to oh (drink this) Makeshift, fuck that matrix Tryna break free, no lines, no tracin' Free form, it was born in the basics Head in the clouds so you know that we will take it Don't pump the brakes Anti-lock on the bitches so we never gonna slip So, don't pump the brakes Ricky Bobby in the whip so we never gonna trip We don't pump the brakes We might coast for a minute but we never really stop So, don't pump the brakes Fuck yield signs, baby, we are off to the races [Verse 2: e-dubble] Don McLean, I bob and weave For that American pie, tryna find my piece I need it la Mode, so ditch the heat Too cold for this stove, you can whip the cream Do it like Wu-Tang did it, bring the pain with it Blackout, Meth' and Red' what came with it And I push it so hard, put a strain in it Tell the other peers better holla at some painkillers Cuz they need that, so let me recap I'm 410215 in my P cap And my ole's jawn, eatin old bay On a cheese steak, and I'm sippin' Mot Cuz this is breakfast , so we Mimosa You think I'm stopping after one year? No Sir! I'm tryna braveheart like it was my last name Mr. Wallace mashing pedals in the fast lane [Outro]