Transporter Pt.1

I hit Daytona like a fucking storm
My boy knew that I was coming and bitches were warned
Me and my boy, Mad Money, are connected at the neck
We live by the same code, ride or die if shown disrespect

Offered to fuck up and break my number one rule
"Don't fuck around and break your own fucking rules"
Partying and pussy can be had at any time
But for now keep your mind on your motherfucking grind

I dropped off and picked up
Over a few snort and a few shots, we discussed my cut
The ice, the flakka, and throw in two bricks of powder
When I deliver this load, you talking about raining, it's gonna shower

Transporter, that's what they call me
Strictly interstate from point A to B
I don't hear shit and I see even less
But I make it my business to only handle the best

Mad Money handles the business and makes sure the load isn't hit
Lay hands on me in Daytona and you're in the shit
But what happens on the other end, shit, I'm on my own
But I'm like Terminator, when I'm in this zone

Fucking Chuck Norris, Bruce Lee, and Sylvester Stallone
You better pull before me if you plan to make it home
I'm busting your ass and I'm back on the road
Not only do I have the money, I'm taking the motherfucking load