Grand Turismo

Lyrics

[Intro] Shout out to Spitter, Scribble Scratch Records He wanna call the album that My man Term said "Call it Grand Turismo" Classic shit, baby [Verse] I stay whipping a Lexus, different women, I'm reckless Making records with legends, taking checks for my message My hands glistening, man, listen, I'm ambitious My plan different, competition is nonexistent Let's keep it real, my steering wheel is my realest homie My wheels are chromey, I'm on the go but my children know me My pinky ring is looking just like a wedding band I'm getting bands, that's several grand, look at your man Fuck a lunch, my brunch pussy and pancakes My eyes red like the brakes, flakes up in my paint Lap dances while I'm writing, my life is exciting I asked KiKi if she love me, she told me she riding Sixty-seven Eleanor with the metal doors Heavy bread of course, gold shield like the Porsche Hit the switch on the air ride, it's land mines Riding through them hoods with colors and hand signs Now that's a don, they crowned me for how I rap on songs Google my catalog, thirty-five atom bombs My pen fire, that's how I built me an empire Mass' legend, Reggie Lewis, Len Bias