defer to her, bars hit you fast cars. 

Bruise her, call a ct- ill hit you with a gt

that's gt a bitch

ford to Ferrari- don't make me John gotti

Coming with the heat, better stay in your lane,  
Your lines looking weak, like you’re lost in the game.  
I’ll split you with precision, no need for a ct,  
Drop these bars, it’s like a first-class GT.

Her flow's a Ferrari, leaving you in the ferry
Can't keep up, you're just a pedestrian, quite merry
GT's got the power, CT's got the skill
She's the doctor and the driver, making your rhymes stand still

If it’s a ford gt sure
But please not a Porsche gt
That’s my baby

Disrespectful and violent lyrics, not acceptable