High Speed

Yeah, flying through your city nigga, in a UFO, yeah
I fly out some pretty, know she gon' do the most
Real nigga toast, sit a bitch right by the coast
Go outside and put some shit on
Ain't seen no Wolf she seen a Goat, yeah
Told that bitch I been on for a minute
But I don't boast, yeah

Told that bitch to keep it on for a minute then take it off, yeah
Keep your seatbelt on this car came with a lot of exhaust
Every time I took a loss
I got in the zone and shook it off, yeah

She think she umbrella, girl
She live in a crazy world
Told her I live a crazy life
I don't think you no crazy girl
Shades on, please don't get too close
They gon' roast you

I ain't talking about no funny shit
Niggas ain't telling no jokes to you
I don't think they knowing better
Niggas ain't even coachable
You can pop, no punching though
Box shit up like Lunchables

Up at sunrise, we in them coupes we let 'em' ride, yeah
She wanna jump inside this bitch and see if she really get fried, yeah
I get her high fasho
I went through the motions
See me now nigga is mind-blowing
Pull up with umbrellas and bubbles coats
Nigga it's not snowing

Call me "Goop"
Call me "Splurge"
Call me "Mister Not Going"
Did it in Balenci's

He done did it in some Rick Owen's
Pull up with drank and keep pouring
Wish I could kill him through the keyboard
Niggas type good on them keyboards

Get 'em touched I use my resources
Custom goop or designer kit?
Lil' nigga that's a big choice
Fuck it, bring them Taylor Swift ones

I'm going D-boy
I pull up with all different diamonds
Think I'm cheating on 'em
Triple cup, I get my lean on

I don't think you wanna play Laser Tag
We got more than Lasers
See my clothes, might try to steal my bag
Been hiding my shit lately
Carry guns like babies
I love my erasers
He went and got a Track Hawk Jeep
For the high-speed chases



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Writer(s): Aaron Harbor
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