Yeah you know i heard the rumors
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I dont like the hellcat, i might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote glocks i need possession of a ruger
Sick to my stomach i might just lose her
Bad bald thick lil boss
She don't even care what it cost,
Care what it cost,
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Bad bald thick lil boss
She don't even care what it cost,
Care what it cost,
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
I say I love the M5 they told me to prove it
Get it off the lot as I skirt off to my music
A fan of going fast in any car
Bitch, I'm Lil speed racer shooter like a star
You must not know by now that imma JDM fiend
If it ain't Toyota or a Benz keep that shit away from me
Treat the exhaust pipe now that shit is not legal
You can hear it In the air like its Beanie Sigel
Got it straight from overseas near all these seagulls
Keep a couple seals like it's an official document
Gotta boat and fast cars I can never stop the shit
If it ain't fast take that bitch back to the shop quick
Yeah you know I heard the rumors
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I don't like the hellcat, I might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote Glocks I need possession of a Ruger
Sick to my stomach I might just lose her
Baby wanna goal rush like the finish line
She gone have some fleet feet, at the finish line
We just copped some sweet heat, you know I stay with the fashion I ain't never been a geek
You know you can't see these, I be spinning hoes like CD's
Yeah you know I heard the rumors
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I dont like the hellcat, I might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote Glocks I need possession of a Ruger
Sick to my stomach I might just lose her
icyybands - M5 Lyrics
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Yeah you know i heard the rumors
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I dont like the hellcat, i might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote glocks i need possession of a ruger
Sick to my stomach i might just lose her
Bad bald thick lil boss
She don't even care what it cost,
Care what it cost,
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Bad bald thick lil boss
She don't even care what it cost,
Care what it cost,
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
I say I love the M5 they told me to prove it
Get it off the lot as I skirt off to my music
A fan of going fast in any car
Bitch, I'm Lil speed racer shooter like a star
You must not know by now that imma JDM fiend
If it ain't Toyota or a Benz keep that shit away from me
Treat the exhaust pipe now that shit is not legal
You can hear it In the air like its Beanie Sigel
Got it straight from overseas near all these seagulls
Keep a couple seals like it's an official document
Gotta boat and fast cars I can never stop the shit
If it ain't fast take that bitch back to the shop quick
Yeah you know I heard the rumors
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I don't like the hellcat, I might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote Glocks I need possession of a Ruger
Sick to my stomach I might just lose her
Baby wanna goal rush like the finish line
She gone have some fleet feet, at the finish line
We just copped some sweet heat, you know I stay with the fashion I ain't never been a geek
You know you can't see these, I be spinning hoes like CD's
Yeah you know I heard the rumors
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I dont like the hellcat, I might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote Glocks I need possession of a Ruger
Sick to my stomach I might just lose her
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I dont like the hellcat, i might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote glocks i need possession of a ruger
Sick to my stomach i might just lose her
Bad bald thick lil boss
She don't even care what it cost,
Care what it cost,
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Bad bald thick lil boss
She don't even care what it cost,
Care what it cost,
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
Ion like jeeps but I f*ck with track hawks
I say I love the M5 they told me to prove it
Get it off the lot as I skirt off to my music
A fan of going fast in any car
Bitch, I'm Lil speed racer shooter like a star
You must not know by now that imma JDM fiend
If it ain't Toyota or a Benz keep that shit away from me
Treat the exhaust pipe now that shit is not legal
You can hear it In the air like its Beanie Sigel
Got it straight from overseas near all these seagulls
Keep a couple seals like it's an official document
Gotta boat and fast cars I can never stop the shit
If it ain't fast take that bitch back to the shop quick
Yeah you know I heard the rumors
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I don't like the hellcat, I might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote Glocks I need possession of a Ruger
Sick to my stomach I might just lose her
Baby wanna goal rush like the finish line
She gone have some fleet feet, at the finish line
We just copped some sweet heat, you know I stay with the fashion I ain't never been a geek
You know you can't see these, I be spinning hoes like CD's
Yeah you know I heard the rumors
I love speeding in that hellcat past commuters
You a regular pedestrian a consumer
You ain't fast enough you need a tune up
Sorry I dont like the hellcat, I might confuse ya
Drag race the M5 past right these losers
In and out the scene, home invasion or a mover
I don't tote Glocks I need possession of a Ruger
Sick to my stomach I might just lose her
Writer: Ishmael Rashaun
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid