127 MPH ft. Hollow Revenge, Wubba, Squizzy, JDR & fuckyouvega Lyrics

Start talkin shit boy and we get you hit

We going to smoke on that pack finally roll like a spliff

All these bitches be talkin but I'm pistol packing

Hoe I'm never lacking yo bitch finally tap in

Pullin out the chopper ima make him bleed

Bro smoking gas yeah we smoking that weed

Driving so fast you can call me lightning

Berretta on my belt bitch stop fighting

Tap that berretta my homies is better

We high off that blunt better go bite the dust

Talkin that cap ima let that shit spray

Shoot you for no reason like what'd i say?

What'd you say?

Me n wubba going to spray

Better get out my face cuz you bitches is lame

Aye bitch on my lane like get out my way

Ruin your life I'll ruin your face

Hey who's this?

Bitch my name is Squizzy

I get on the beat and I make it look easy

No Kizzy

I'm with the Goobers, we doin' like 100 shows in your city

Wait wait

We going to spin this block like a Rubik Cube

Wait wait

We going to spin it back like a Cul de sac

Aye aye

Brody talkin' shit I ain't one to chat

Hey hey

Ima pass it off like a quarterback

Take it down back, bitch how sad

Move these wrists like a bitch, goddamn

Got to heart o' lack, now the world glad, fuck your track

Team two hitting home, give the world a heart attack, like woah

Who me? Nah I'm just fine, read the sign

Fuck a bank, bitch we going to make the world blind

Budder really going to hack the worlds "free" mind

Do a day, in a chase, we don't need time

On the internet, talkin' shit, and I'm like (Who)

"Fake motherfuckers" say me, but that's (You)

Be a ghost, goobin' bout, split the world in (Two)

Get a blame game, pointed, and I'm like

Sit down with yo plastic toys, and get a listen

I don't fuck with you, when I got my own vision

Count a bet, write a check, say we met, I forget

Fuck a jet, play roulette. I'm in debt

And I pull up with a stick

And its chillin' on my hip

Got a toolie in the crib

Hitting harder than the kick

2k on my wrist

Your bitch she mid

My bitch she bad she bad as shit

You a fake you a lame get off my dick

Got a 9 got a Tec posted with a stick

You talk down shut up or get blicked

Ghosts only pull up with a badass drift

Up, Down, Left, Right

What you try to do tonight

Shawty tryna eat

She just wanna take a bite

Baby les go

Lets fly

Solo

Loco

Take it slow

Make a show

Find a flow

So you know

Drop it down real low

Show us you a pro

I fly out to Mexico

Onto the studio

What you waiting for

Hop on the wip

People don't like me?

I show them the clip

Pack dance range, maybe pull a double homicide

Ain't it real strange, fly a height, fuckin' pick a side

(Naw) Smoking on that pack till sundown, bitch

Ill combo yo ass and I'll leave ya in a ditch

Yuh, we going to get hot in the stu no equator

If he want the beef I'll serve him like a waiter

(Ay) I'm makin' the paper that won't even save her on

Blowing my dick like a fucking vapor

And I'm on demon time put a bullet in yo mind

22 Sitting on my side finally blow it like a mine

Yea we got you on sight Come and catch me outside

Hoe I'm still popping pills with a badass bitch