SPEEDIN ON THE FREEWAY Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

That's that type of beat I gotta brag on

This that type of meat she wanna gag on

I can't go out sad, no, I won't blow up fast

I'ma take my time, yeah, I'ma make it last, yeah

We get them gone and now we flyin' down to Cancun

Bullets up the ass so those niggas get a damn room

Yeah, I love that scissor but you know I can't snooze

Got me feelin' like a fraud, yeah, the way I can't lose

In my closet, keep on throwin' fits, umbrella in my fist

Yeah, the way I'm bouta drip, and my eyes so fuckin' broke

But I plan on stayin' rich

That's that type of beat I gotta brag on

That's that type of meat she wanna gag on

Bitch, I'm gettin' turnt, yeah, I'm tired of the sad songs

Hop up in that coupe, I need to go

They don't call me Ko, they call me goat

My life not a movie, it's a show

If I run for president, I know your bitch will vote

Modeling in Vogue, my girl is a idol

And the money that I stack, it be taller than the eiffle

Yeah, I say deuces

We gon' slide up to his block , we gon' shoot shit

People talkin' on my name, but they won't do shit

Know they gettin' scared, I got em spooked, bitch

Fast up in my lane, I told them move, bitch

Hella snakes up in the grass, I move with caution

Six feet apart, like that nigga really coughin

This the type of beat I gotta brag on

This the type of meat she wanna gag on

Bitch, I'm gettin' turnt, yeah, I'm tired of the sad songs