High Speed Musik Lyrics

You can call me anything but can't call me a rat

I can tell you one thing, niggas dying bout that

Niggas making all them diss songs, they just dying to rap

Posting all them guns on your page, then die with the strap

I walk in kinda janky but I move cool

Ass who put his dog down and he ain't have a blue clue

Don't tell me to drop the low if you won't slide through

Talking bout a fuck lil, what you niggas dying to

That baby A that's in the corner stand fo' two

Have five five sixes out the chopper spitting on you

Look at you, you listen to the gangsta shit you don't do

I hear you talking money, I respect it but you don't shoot

A lot of shit not respectable A lot of shit you niggas do be unacceptable

The pillow talking to the bitch like she won't let me know

Like how the fuck she know bout trips that she just shouldn't know

I wear the skeezy like a beanie with my hoodie on

I still ain't grooving or moving, I get my boogie on

I click the button to the right, I cut the fully on

And if I stand over that nigga, I'll be really wrong

And all this rapping kinda cool but not the rap beat

I be with hoes that hella blicks in the back streets

Might hit a bar but I don't never do the club scene

I pop the Roxy with some Wocky, it was Wock Green

I be sipping cheap lines cause I don't sip lean

I'm in the land most times or I'm in the V

Hun Chop come with two humps like the letter B

Knowing that if blood was in the streets it would be sesame

Tripping over bitches, hell nah I got the recipe

Bitches getting freaky right now out the exit

I just let the chopper ring out cause he was texting me

And your main stepper on that side never stepped in me

It's seven days that you got action if you think I'm weak

Just know the funk is everlasting if we end up beefing

One of my mans was really slime so I cut him for treason

I could've stabbed him in his back cause he gave me a reason

Rip Tay, Rip Drae, forever we greezy

Rip Tay, Rip Drae, forever we greezy