Nulli Secunda

Rap in the trunk, slap in the trunk
Fat four-four in my lap for the funk
Talkin’ to a beezy on the phone but can’t hear her
Turned down the bump, so I can hear clearer
I hear sirens get nearer
Red and blue lights in my rear view mirror
Pull over, nope nope With a car full of smoke and trunk full of dope
I hit the gasser, go faster
All you hear is dual exhaust, flowmaster
On a chase, I take ‘em, then I shake ‘em
A real Cutthoat nigga ain’t no fakin’
I shoot, ain’t scared to scoot
And shake them one time on a hot pursuit