Interstate 88 Lyrics

Interstate 88

Bee Bert

Damn nigga speeding like a Motherfucker

I took an exit

Could've got got got yo bitch from Texas

We don't text that's my preference

You ask me why I'm reckless

I do breakfast on breasts

You grew up that's the message

You fucked up I don't get it

You gonna fucking learn your lesson

Ain't no fucking luck

Luck luck it came from heaven

You screw up and that's so stressing

These hoes don't learn their lesson

A Milli that's a blessing

Get the bag you ain't gonna hate it

Hoes be staring and they love it

Sliding rough in in her dm's

She wants my Bebe Bebe

I don't talk I just be ready

Had enough I just love money

Have a fuck

Han

Speeding that bitch on the highway

Fuck up the tollway we don't do freeways ha

Talking bout getting my office we could do anything

I rather fuck later

Taking my Bentley we ride it out

Shout Out DaBaby I'm proud as fuck

Slapping these niggas I'm Wild 'n Out

Pull up and get it

I do not talk I just spit it

Me and my baby we get it

Getting that money we spend it

Turning that hoe into a million

Fuck all these niggas we killing

Taking it back to the ceiling

I never do any killing

All of my fault yea

All of the negative bye bye

You could be better than high five

Leaving the money on drive by

8 benches to the paradise

6 friends that I sacrificed

Sex Money is still alive

Old man really paralyzed

We gonna bust it

U Turn

Verse Dripping like a Glue gun

Hate on me you ain't cool son

Flashlight on these two buns

Future shining like the brightest sun

Speed it up wanna tag along

Seating in the back of the vruh cab

Them niggas wanna ejaculate

This is why I give them all the map to really navigate

Polite

Just relax

I'm smarter than your classmate

My whole life been a piece of cake

Eat it all and I'm full of shit

Next song gonna be calling Drake

OVO got the money Chase

Ain't talk much got my facts straight

You fine bae but you're ass fake

You hate me get your mind fix

I plot plot I do not stay

Come bless me

You swear that I'm flexing

17 got my first chick

Ass fat couldn't dare to breath

My whole life was a blessing

My first car had it wrecked in

You love it you come test me

I swear to god ain't playing games

I got 2 ears so I hear shit

You gonna leave me with that fake shit

Headlights on them fake days

I could prove it

Head ass you're a 2 Face

Karma got you

Ain't the last time you too late

Come and wrap it up

Dance like my buddy

Muhammad Ali

We are not equal

My amigo

I don't joke around

When I hop in this party

There's no stopping now

Okay

Yeah Imitate what I'm gonna say

Ain't nobody safe we gonna shut it down

High School fame got me all the bae

Any day straight up compensate

88 got all the fame

Hasta la vista Mueve Bebe

Mamacita Morenita

Last time I checked you weren't impressed

Get get

Here's the best thing in the world

Ain't no flexing know you're worth

You're on the right path

No tricks to the brightest Mind

Envy me you gonna die trying

Bee Bert on right the track

I took an exit

Could've got got got yo bitch from Texas

We don't text that's my preference

You ask me why I'm reckless

I do breakfast on breasts

You grew up that's the message

You fucked up I don't get it

You gonna fucking learn your lesson

Ain't no fucking luck

Luck luck it came from heaven

You screw up and that's so stressing

These hoes don't learn their lesson

A Milli that's a blessing

Get the bag you ain't gonna hate it

Hoes be staring and they love it

Sliding rough in in her dm's

She wants my Bebe Bebe

I don't talk I just be ready

Had enough I just love money

Have a fuck

Han

Speeding that bitch on the highway

Fuck up the tollway we don't do freeways ha

Talking bout getting my office we could do anything

I rather fuck later

Taking my Bentley we ride it out

Shout Out DaBaby I'm proud as fuck

Slapping these niggas I'm Wild 'n Out

Pull up and get it

I do not talk I just spit it

Me and my baby we get it

Getting that money we spend it

Turning that hoe into a million

Fuck all these niggas we killing

Taking it back to the ceiling

I never do any killing

All of my fault yea

All of the negative bye bye

You could be better than high five

Leaving the money on drive by

8 benches to the paradise

6 friends that I sacrificed

Sex Money is still alive

Old man really paralyzed

We gonna bust it

U Turn

Verse Dripping like a Glue gun

Hate on me you ain't cool son

Flashlight on these two buns

Future shining like the brightest sun

Speed it up wanna tag along

Seating in the back of the vruh cab

Them niggas wanna ejaculate

This is why I give them all the map to really navigate

Polite

Just relax

I'm smarter than your classmate

My whole life been a piece of cake

Eat it all and I'm full of shit

Next song gonna be calling Drake

OVO got the money Chase