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high speed - atk ybeezy lyrics

[intro]
all you ot n*ggas cl!cking up with my opps
get yo ass smoked n*gga
f*ck ain’t sparing sh*t n*gga
what what what stupid
what what high speed chill chill
fast car what what gotta what

[chorus]
fast car nascar high speed ain’t no pulin over
i tote my gun in my draws p*ssy boy i don’t need a holster
bread on his head we toast em
old beef new beef we roastin
he in black and white he told it
he ain’t my n*gga no more he folding
f*ck all these dead opps we smokin
internet thugs these f*ck n*ggas bogus
n*ggas screamin gang but ain’t even ride
i beat 4 attempts and im still gon slide
all the opps be cap they ain’t even outside
bro full of pills and he still gon ride
he livin for the today because he just might die
can’t catch em outside then we comin inside
[verse 1]
you gon die for that sh*t you said
f*ck a vest aim for the head
stand over him and make sure he dead
he made his own bed now layed in it
sh*t they come from the left field i planned it n*gga
f*ck all the opps these n*ggas my fans
throwin white flags tryna be my friend
n*ggas act p*ssy they ain’t even my kind
dissin on the guys got bibby ass smoked
better check the news this sh*t ain’t no joke
caught his ass loafin take that sh*t off his throat
chasin all the opps them f*ck n*ggas slow
yeah he got a pole but he ain’t gon blow
his whole hood know he a muthf*ckin hoe
say he k!lled who man that n*gga ass lyin
sh*t ain’t diein down til them f*ck n*ggas die
never ever have that f*ck n*gga slid
no street cred what the f*ck yo ass did
when they took bro had the whole city red
so many murders can’t speak on what we did
f*ck lil buddy his ass a pig
shots from the drac knock off his wig
f*ck this internet sh*t you know how we get
whole city know what the f*ck we did
[chorus]
fast car nascar high speed ain’t no pulin over
i tote my gun in my draws p*ssy boy i don’t need a holster
bread on his head we toast em
old beef new beef we roastin
he in black and white he told it
he ain’t my n*gga no more he folding
f*ck all these dead opps we smokin
internet thugs these f*ck n*ggas bogus
n*ggas screamin gang but ain’t even ride
i beat 4 attempts and im still gon slide
all the opps be cap they ain’t even outside
bro full of pills and he still gon ride
he livin for the today because he just might die
can’t catch em outside then we comin inside

[verse 2]
ain’t no muthf*ckin pass boy im still on yo ass
ain’t no muthf*ckin runnin boy yo ass is some grass
reach for my muthf*ckin chain get shot
f*ck the whole city they a crab in a pot
on his heels every time he pop out
aye aye aye
atk ybeezy you know i smoke 8
smokin bibs to the face k had him on skates
boy i been smokin shotz smack jit with the 8
and its still f*ck 9 smoke him everyday
you think its all good boy sh*t ain’t safe
stay yo ass in the house or get sh*t on yo face
they left bibby in the hood ambulance too late
we gon catch foolio jit got a death date
[chorus]
fast car nascar high speed ain’t no pulin over
i tote my gun in my draws p*ssy boy i don’t need a holster
bread on his head we toast em
old beef new beef we roastin
he in black and white he told it
he ain’t my n*gga no more he folding
f*ck all these dead opps we smokin
internet thugs these f*ck n*ggas bogus
n*ggas screamin gang but ain’t even ride
i beat 4 attempts and im still gon slide
all the opps be cap they ain’t even outside
bro full of pills and he still gon ride
he livin for the today because he just might die
can’t catch em outside then we comin inside

- atk ybeezy lyrics

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