Lancey Foux
GT*
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[Intro]
Jay Trench

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
GT Turbo
Don't disturbo
I hit the swerveo
Missed the curbo
I keep the burn-up
I check the thermostat it's hot
I check the thermostat it's litty
N***as know me, I came from the city
I like my tings dark skin, sadiki
Put all type of
Put all type of smoke in the air
Put all type of smoke in the city

[Verse 1: Lancey foux]
I just roll my sleeve, it might get tricky
Get swipe and delete, get swept off
I'm getting right where I left off
I'm getting pyroteched off
I'm getting pyrotеchnical
Kickin' it by a pedigree
Kickin' it by a pedigree
Diesеl bag, smellin' me
Diesel bag, smellin' me
I geek up the 4, let's go
I smoke me a old petrol
I'm on the road, no show
I put 5% on my whip
I do my horror show
I put private lens on my jeep
I ain't gotta' say no more
Tell her bring her friends and that's it
Stash house, starting full
We park the Benz at the crib
[Verse 2: Cadell]
I put my heart where I stick with my circle
Big [?]
I got a pack, not mist and Churchill
Learnt how to hide it, I'm going commercial
I done took charge of so many Germans you would've thought I was Angela Merkel
You woulda' thought I was standing with Özil
Whip it in, after my name is [?]
Look like a mouse, with a [?] in my [?]
Posting up [?]
Liars and scammers and trappers and murderous thieves
Bitch you ain't getting a Birkin from me
Bitch really blow out your big back, please
Returning the favour, she got McD's
Return of the mac, just know I'm back
It hurts to the core that I dig that deep
Always see Roman Road that's my fucking ends that's my shit
I don't rep no postcode, just my fucking friends and that's it
And I got chrome at heart