interstate 30 Lyrics

Roccin leather jackets like I'm fuckin ghost rider

I can guarantee the whole team gettin higher

If we droppin shit you best believe its hella fire

I was never hired but still end up getting fired

Ridin on some flat tires

Seekin blood like Michael Myers

Yeah I rip that nigga flyer

His bitch asked me for a lighter

But I produce the fire

Provide the fluid for her lighter

You niggas too expired

Stab ah nigga wit some plyers

I swear I'm fuckin higher than the sky and Jimmy cryer

He so washed up fuckd around we might just need ah dryer

No appetizers while we feastin on they daughters

Don't need no lawyers

Told the judge I was in Florida

My bitch so nasty

Couldve sworn she was ah horder

Owe me some quarters its the same as owing dollars

Interstate 30 going fast

I crashed my Honda

I'm livin swell but still takin niggas mail

Suggested jail stupid bitch you can go to hell

Stay grindin rails, skatin harder than o'niell

On 30 still, switchin lanes at my own will

Poppin pills wit my brutha, pilot squilled

I can't be healed, way too broken for ah deal

She suck me up, I give her bucks that was the deal

King of the hill

Killed all the others for the hill

Not in the field

Cause I bought the fuckin field

Let's see them bills

Before we bring the drugs in here

Can't hear her clear

Told her whisper in my ear

Cant live in fear on my own or wit my peers

Cop pulled us over we had cans of every beer

We still on 30 high asf so now I'm cured

Can't even steer sold my steering wheel for beer

Cross faded years 2019 was my worst year