High Speed ft. RekkOsama Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Servin' J's, I'm out the way, that dissin', get you sprayed
See a opp, we catch a opp, bro out the window, Micro Drac
You better keep that back door shut, cause on the gang, these niggas fake
All these niggas fakin',as hell, I see straight through them, these niggas fake
Ayy, niggas say they really havin', niggas can't even show a band
Got this shit from out the mud, you ask for somethin', I'll cut your hand
Ayy, bump into you, you better have it, pussy nigga, don't get to praying
Ayy, nigga, thank this shit a game, them 50 boys, bitch, we not playin
Ayy, what, nigga, who that is up in that car, we get to spraying
Ayy, had to cut some niggas off, had to go and replace them with some bands
Ayy, gettin' rich off Bubba, nigga, bitch, you know we sellin' grams
Just tell me who you bank' with, nigga, couple niggas really scam
Ayy, told my niggas, we gon' ball, we gon' ball like Kyrie Irving, nigga
Ayy, spend they block, about that 50 shit, we gettin' to purging, nigga
Ayy, hop out, fully automatic, 556, they workin', nigga
Ayy, ridin' down that block, that toolie on me, lil' bitch, I'm lurkin', nigga
Ayy, and we really trappin' bad, what you need, I'm servin', nigga
Tappin' with the cartel, get the birds, they gettin' chirpin', nigga
Ayy, spend his block a couple times, that car gon' get a swervin', nigga
Ayy, cross him up, he fade away, he got him, Julius Erving', nigga
Ayy, in the Stu again, bitch, I'm backin', bitch, I'm workin', nigga
All my chops no fredo, but you know that bitch gon' bang
Bitch, the east side where we hang, 50 boys, that's what we claim
We on the block, let thirties hang, man, fuck the J's and free the gang
Damn, here we go again, high-speed chase up on the mans
Can't toss the Drac, that's my best friend, heart walk him down, I want his friend
We stalk him out, then send him lead, we SOS, racks on his head
I already know that boy ain't like that pussy, bitch, just been mislead
I already know that bitch was like that, that's why I just want the head
Can't waste my time with no lil' thot pack, bitch, I'm gettin' to this bread
I'm movin' dolo, trust nobody, in the booth now with my tech
If you ain't know that , bitch, you know it, go ask your bitch about Lil' Rekk
I'm smokin' dope, high off some tech, my momma know that I see red
She know her baby boy gon' spray it, anywhere, no, he don't play it
Whole lotta pistols, where we stay at? Yo, lil' bitch told me where you stay at
Pull up, aimin' at your wave cap, tryna push that shit like way back