Squad (from "Gran Turismo 7" soundtrack)

Yeah
Yeah

Woi, turn it, that body going crazy
Lose my mind, my mind all hazy
Three times in the club this week, yeah
Boy toy like [?], yeah
When you drive, better drive fast
Fast as hell as you can go
On my own
Hit the road
Spank the gas, lose control
Hold my phone
Had that worker spin that chrome, yeah
Said you like to travel, never been to Rome
I been everywhere you never been before
If it wasn't for [?]
But a man always want that pleasure when he on a tour

Wait, should I brag more?
Break it up, bae, on the dancefloor, yeah
Panties start showing through the pants more, yeah
Wanna dance with me? Lil' shorty said, "Yeah"

Yeah, yeah
Link up in the night, sure you're right, uh-huh
Come live a little [?] drive fast
God-given, tell 'em not to crash, huh
Hard-headed, but I hold the ground some
Might get excited, shoot some rounds off
Yeah, a new star born
A new star boy
And the light so bright, make a star war
And my pants so tight, make my legs sore
Still tryna figure out what you came for
I been tryna figure out what you came for
And she dance hard 'til she can't dance more
And the [?] got funny, so she laugh more

Should I brag more?
Break it up, bae, on the dancefloor, yeah
Panties start showing through the pants more, yeah
Wanna dance with me? Little shorty said, "Yeah"

A backseat action
Gran Turismo got me back on rapping
[?] dirty, sweaty, got me dancing
Passed out in the morning like, "What happened?"
Dance my life away before I
Dance my life away before I crash it
Keys are turning, wheels be burning, drastic
Melting off the sides the car, the plastic
I don't like to cheer, I'm not romantic
I don't like to leave before the antics
Ego gigantic
Girlfriend Icelandic
I start the engine, now I'm getting frantic
Extra cinematic