85 ft. sleepy & Eddie Yuma Lyrics

Brody pulled up wit' a strap on him

Featherweight still throwin jabs on 'em

Levitate then get a bag on 'em

SY!

Uh, 85 on the dash

I ain't never look back

Know exactly I need that,

I really need that bag

I can never go back,

Never live in my past

Tryna get what I want, bitch

You know I never get sad

85 on the dash,

Why would I go back?

Tryna get what I want, bitch, don't ever get in my

Got different flows, got different styles

Got different women in and out of town

Your soul been missin' and you been looking proud

I been movin' silent when I'm smokin' loud

Blackin' out, I ain't backin' out

I been with the pack, I'm in traffic now

Start a traffic jam, how we trappin' out

If you talkin' hits, ain't no tappin' out

You ain't on shit, got a stomachache

Ima get this money in a hundred ways

Only ever do what the money say

Runnin' through it like I won a race

I got influence and I gotta face

Shorty wanna baby she ain't had a taste

I been goin' crazy, you a minute late

We took some shrooms on a dinner date

Doin' 85 on the interstate

I-94, I had to get my pay

We gon' get rich, just demonstrate

Then double back, just so we straight,

I'm back on em!

85 on the dash,

I ain't never look back

Know exactly I need that,

I really need that bag

I can never go back,

Never live in my past

Tryna get what I want, bitch

You know I never get sad

85 on the dash,

Why would I go back?

Tryna get what I want, bitch, don't ever get in my

Blood on my canvas but it fits my pallete so fuck Ima just paint,

Was the man on campus,

Hand to hand I had it

I was skipping class to move eighths

Still kept up with my grades

But I dropped out to get plays, Ay

Self-made but I ain't made shit

Still the wrong one not to play with