SPEEDING ft. Thee Young Prince Lyrics

Plottin, I'm scheming, in these lanes I'm a demon

Swerving, I'm speeding, cut you off for no reason

Pass you up going 95 in a 45, 3.25 Alpina

My Beamer, John Cena, can't see me

Got the pedal to the metal and I ain't stopping for nuh

Got the hammer in my hand, I'm finna let the blakka buck

Living violent till I die, I'm smoking loud up in the cut

Middle fingers to the sky like F the world, don't give a fuck

Don't you tempt me to take your life today

I'm feeling some type of way

Back to the beach, straight from LA

From the beach to LA, I chill with gorillas that spray for the pay

Got blood on my Nikes, but I do not complain, need a straight jacket

Cause I'm feeling insane, no Joker

Pull out the Uzi, lick shots, I'ma smoke ya

GTA, I'ma toker

Khalifa Kush just to keep my composure

Break it down, bag it, I roll it and drag it

Blow smoke like a dragon, put flame on your wagon, it's over

AK's, with suppressors

Like the Boogeyman, I come and get ya

Leave you squirting that ketchup, no Mickey D's

Four deep in the Beam as we speed,

Motivated by hunger and greed

Getting paid just to do evil deeds,

Blue faces is all that we see

Hit a lick with The Prince and we fleeing the scene

Yeah we fleeing the scene

Fleeing the scene when the tires go screech

They controlling the leash when I gotta go beast

In a 95 Chevy, burning the streets up, no John Connor

More Kyle Reese, in a war with machines, in a war with this beat

Done dealing with the fleas, trying to get it off me

I'm dashing, so flashy, in a new whip, so savvy

You need to find yourself a new girl mate, yeah

But they lack the depth,

Invest in healing recovery each day, I'm taking a step,

I got it from Risen I'm making a mess, so what I'm reckless, I'm causing a wreck

I pounded the fifth, a girl on my neck

That's what?

If Voodoo say it, then you know it's real

Are we making a counter or we stopping a steal?

Are we robbing a bank or we making a deal?

Jesus, grab the wheel, keep pedal to metal

I'm fighting the devil, he's fighting a rebel

I'm Andor and I'm

Plotting, I'm scheming

In these lanes, I'm a demon

Swerving, I'm speeding

Cut you off for no reason

Pass you up, going 95 in a 45, 3.25 Alpina

My Beamer, John Cena, can't see me

Got the pedal to the metal and I ain't stopping for nuh

Got the hammer in my hand, I'm finna let the blakka buck

Living violent till I die, I'm smoking loud up in the cut

Middle fingers to the sky, like F the world, don't give a fuck

Don't you tempt me to take your life today

I'm feeling some type of way

Back to the beach, straight from LA