4 years ago

I’m so white that I thought this song was about Formula 1 racing when me and Big 6 started writing this one. And for the censors, it still is

F1 Time

We in the hood so it’s F one time
Tell me who wanna battle
I’ll beat em like drum line
Kicks that I got on
I prolly wore em one time
Ya Im tryna raise the bar
Because it’s my time to shine
Yo I style on em
Been goin wild on em
Sub par rappers
I got a file on em
How you got a humming bird ass
And the mouth of a crocodile homie?

I elocute
I execute
My shawty hella cute
And I’m flyer than a parachute
I electrocute you man I feel
like an electric eel or a barracuda
Suckin on some boobs
I’m comin all over your face
Im finna shoot
You in pursuit
I elevate
I devastate
I dominate
I beat it up like Ike
When he hit on Anna May
Then I decorate her face
Princess Mononoke
Ya I’m Presidential
Head of State
Run it back to back man
I feel like Golden State
I set the bar too high
For anyone to emulate
I run it for real
Yall just elliptikill (elliptical)
And I’m equipped to kill
And I will at will
I’m the originil
I Surround sound like Dobe Digital
Man I feel invincibile
Steal a chicks mind I’m a smooth criminal
Native American like an Aboriginal
political war criminal
Never stereo typical
Storm the capitill
Like some crackers will

Ya I style on em
Been gone a while on
Been goin wild on the sub par rappers
I got a file on em
How you got a hummin bird ass
And the face of a crocodile homie?

In it to win it meet me at the finish
I lick it and I spit it and I hit it and I quit it
Hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
High score with the points call me Honky Kong
Level up in her butt
2 in the paint and 1 in the cut
Making so much paper your mama
Go into labor
And your brother Jason Boarne
Spit Wicked like porn
Living The Good Life baby
Shout out to Kaby