High Speed ft. RekkOsama Lyrics

Servin' J's, I'm out the way, that dissin', get you sprayed

See a opp, we catch a opp, bro out the window, Micro Drac

You better keep that back door shut, cause on the gang, these niggas fake

All these niggas fakin',as hell, I see straight through them, these niggas fake

Ayy, niggas say they really havin', niggas can't even show a band

Got this shit from out the mud, you ask for somethin', I'll cut your hand

Ayy, bump into you, you better have it, pussy nigga, don't get to praying

Ayy, nigga, thank this shit a game, them 50 boys, bitch, we not playin

Ayy, what, nigga, who that is up in that car, we get to spraying

Ayy, had to cut some niggas off, had to go and replace them with some bands

Ayy, gettin' rich off Bubba, nigga, bitch, you know we sellin' grams

Just tell me who you bank' with, nigga, couple niggas really scam

Ayy, told my niggas, we gon' ball, we gon' ball like Kyrie Irving, nigga

Ayy, spend they block, about that 50 shit, we gettin' to purging, nigga

Ayy, hop out, fully automatic, 556, they workin', nigga

Ayy, ridin' down that block, that toolie on me, lil' bitch, I'm lurkin', nigga

Ayy, and we really trappin' bad, what you need, I'm servin', nigga

Tappin' with the cartel, get the birds, they gettin' chirpin', nigga

Ayy, spend his block a couple times, that car gon' get a swervin', nigga

Ayy, cross him up, he fade away, he got him, Julius Erving', nigga

Ayy, in the Stu again, bitch, I'm backin', bitch, I'm workin', nigga

All my chops no fredo, but you know that bitch gon' bang

Bitch, the east side where we hang, 50 boys, that's what we claim

We on the block, let thirties hang, man, fuck the J's and free the gang

Damn, here we go again, high-speed chase up on the mans

Can't toss the Drac, that's my best friend, heart walk him down, I want his friend

We stalk him out, then send him lead, we SOS, racks on his head

I already know that boy ain't like that pussy, bitch, just been mislead

I already know that bitch was like that, that's why I just want the head

Can't waste my time with no lil' thot pack, bitch, I'm gettin' to this bread

I'm movin' dolo, trust nobody, in the booth now with my tech

If you ain't know that , bitch, you know it, go ask your bitch about Lil' Rekk

I'm smokin' dope, high off some tech, my momma know that I see red

She know her baby boy gon' spray it, anywhere, no, he don't play it

Whole lotta pistols, where we stay at? Yo, lil' bitch told me where you stay at

Pull up, aimin' at your wave cap, tryna push that shit like way back