- G Herbo High Speed 歌詞
- G Herbo
- Ray to twenty-two
I got one not stoppin (Uh)
10-4, 1-5-49, for report
DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin!
Look
I was in a high speed, with my broski
It was me and him, just him and me
Riding with two felonies cause weve got one a piece
Glock 27 Compact, kept that one with me (Yeah)
Anyway we was just out ride (Out ride)
Its like 3AM, I dont even know why we still outside (I dont even know)
Think we was on our way in the house, too high off lean, we keep going in and out
Bro bomb for something right now then they keep going in and out
Nineteen move my momma out the city, so we been in route
And everybody always wondering why we swerving round
Cause if they following us, we gonna see how far they drive
And he doing 120 in the Audi, we get a lot of money
Its a cop behind us beam I think somebody comin (What? )
And they switching lanes like us too, I think somebody wanted
Now he talkin to me like 'Lil bro look in the mirror, who that?' (Who that?)
Thinkin that its an opp or somethin, clutchin the Glock and Im on it, I wanna do that
Start rollin my window down, might slow down, let em get on my side
They flash their light, damn ready to Blair, they did that just in time
Another high speed for this week, now this the second time
Already on the e-way so f*ck it we rollin up (F*ck it)
And we in route (Skrrt ), we in route, now they goin whatever we goin to out
Now either we go get home or you know what else, so n*gga we goin for house
We turn and bussin us, now the strap done fell from on my lap
Tryna find it, just in case weve gotta park this b*tch and get out
Broski say he got us, I aint tripping, I already shut my mouth
But if he goes to jail, he on double bond, he gonna get out
I had made a million dollars and I still aint changed the route
Voices in my head saying man 'When you gon chill this sh*t out?'
And I know Ima take the charge, like I aint already made it far
Im just getting ready let it spark, like I aint already became a star
Soon as we get off this express way, missed a curb, Im thanking God (Thank you)
If we had of touched it in the slightest way, wouldve flipped the car (Woo)
Now we gettin away they far, cant see the plates its way too dark
And Im used to being in chases but Im beatin way, way too hard
Somethin f*ckin with my conscious, I aint trippin, am I dog?
Am I gettin tired of this way of living? Am I God?
Thought I could do this sh*t forever, I went hard from the start (Hard from the start)
If I tap out this sh*t with you, I aint trippin, am I dog?
I aint loyal no more, like I wasnt just drilling with my dog
Like I aint f*ck off quarter mill and chilling with my dog
On the ride home, I aint nodding, feel its from the lean gone
Thinking hard, for real long, man I gotta put my team on
Dont no cut no sleeper but a dream, n*gga dream on
Im up 5AM, you aint doing a thing, n*gga so he aint on
To calm my nerves I fill a Backwood up, now Im like Cheech & Chong
Opps hit us, we hit, hit back at us sh*t goin like ping pong
But we hear somethin, we racking up
Run the score up, we packin up
6AM catch a n*gga lackin us, fire the block up we backing up
Go again
DJ Victoriouz with me in the buildin!
I beat the streets
You know that was a story about my last high speed man
I was on for real
Sh*t was only like two years ago, you know what Im saying, but it changed (It did)
So close but not close enough
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