Speedometer Lyrics

Exiting G.W. Bridge

Speedometer says

One two six

Got your chick

Clutching my stick

Too dangerous to get a couple of licks

So we'll have to save it

Until we're off the Turnpick

Might be determined

I'm not concerned with

Servants

No matter how subservient

Hard as cement

Hate to lament

I know she got to pay the rent

I'm the dude that signs the checks

As we connect passed the Lincoln Tunnel

Trunk has the bundles

Old white hundos

Feds track the blue

Don't want it coming back to you

So act natural

If we see a cop or two

Like some cockatoos

We rock mohawks too

CBGB 80s baby

You see me think and I'm crazy

The lady wants procreation

But they never make one

Take her condoms with me

Jersey like Whitney

Came up to a mentor

From a prodigy

Lace up my sentences

With ecstasy

Whole team rolling

You're on message boards trolling

Leave you swollen and open

With an axe to the face

I'm on back streets creeping

My missiles are heat seeking

You're plateauing and peaking

While I grow everyday

Now your girl's hoeing

On Only Fans showing

Whole neighborhood knowing

Cuz they all just paid

It was only one dollar

Far from a baller

But that's what happens

When you devalue your product

My code of conduct

Much more responsive

You're on Lebron's shit

I hustle and shoot kids

Who suck celebrity dick

Or lick on the clit

Depends on which one

That they rock in a set

You could tell your pronouns

But I might forget

Because you as bitch as it gets

I hate to admit

Post-op transwomen

Got more balls than this kid

That's why his woman falls in my bed

And offers me head

I'm too sexy

Like right said Fred

Fuck the skirt

Put in the work

About to get mercked

You a clerk

I'm entrepreneur

Always on tour

Your shit sounds like manure

I'm just more pure

For sure I soar

Top charts

Display art

While you're fake from the start

I just make my mark

Came up to to a mentor

From a prodigy

Lace up my sentences

With ecstasy

Whole team rolling

You're on message boards trolling

Leave you swollen and open

With an axe to the face

I'm on back streets creeping

My missiles are heat seeking

You're plateauing and peaking

While I grow everyday

Now your girl's hoeing

On Only Fans showing

Whole neighborhood knowing

Cuz they all just paid