285

Pushing the pedal down 285
I don't see nothing but sun in my eyes
If the hour is golden i'm taking the drive
None of these niggas can get on my side

I've just been moving
Just me and my cousin
We booking them tickets
And catching them flights

Went to Chicago them back to Los Angeles
Shows out in Portland stop wasting my time

These niggas thinking they taking my spot
But i'm back making music and catching a vibe
Went bought a sewing machine
And a couple of pieces to stitch
When I catch me some time
I had a shorty was down for whatever
But times getting tough I guess she gotta slide
Really she just want a piece of the pie
She took my heart and ran off with a slice

I wouldn't leave her
Think that i'm catching a fever
Right now i'm gone off the refer
Bitch ima teacher
These niggas students
I'm talking to niggas
Just like i'm a preacher
So nice to meet ya'
Just don't be blowing my phone up
Or else i'm gonna have to delete ya
Really i'm timid I don't like to talk
But i'm way to polite to just cut off the speaker

Pushing the pedal down 285
I don't see nothing but sun in my eyes
If the hour is golden i'm taking the drive
None of these niggas can get on my side

I've just been moving
Just me and my cousin
We booking them tickets
And catching them flights

Went to Chicago them back to Los Angeles
Shows out in Portland stop wasting my time

Pushing the pedal down 285
I don't see nothing but sun in my eyes
If the hour is golden i'm taking the drive
None of these niggas can get on my side

I've just been moving
Just me and my cousin
We booking them tickets
And catching them flights

Went to Chicago them back to Los Angeles
Shows out in Portland stop wasting my time



Credits
Writer(s): Kealand Cato
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