Catch me ft. Jocko Slim

You might catch me on Broad Street, on the way to cookout

Homie on the register, I know he finna look out

Oreo milkshake, extra honey, mustard in the bag

Big double tray, it was discounted, so I paid with cash

I drove off, my mind clear to a max now

Hopped on 64, scissor played in the background

Took my time getting home, the night is young and far from death

Cruising in the right lane, I didn't even touch the left

Speed limit 60, but I'm going bout 55

I don't even smoke, but right now I'm on the mental high

One hand is on the wheel, the other's reaching for them fries

High beams blinding me, I still kept the car in drive