Life sentence in the dash
On route to make some cash
(Yeeehhgh)
Po Po speeding fast
Praying to catch me with the bag
(Yeeehhgh)
Know my hands are clasped
Hoping its not my last
200 down the lane
Speed racer
Drifting through the streets
With trunk full of heat
(Da work)
Make Johnny Storm catch fire
Leave him Burning in the streets
(Whoop)
Trying to make a dollar outta 15 cents
(Trap Trap)
Red and blues flashing, filled with mike pense
(Cop sirens)
Now the Britney in the front is a noose round my neck
Love to see a nigga in chains then a nigga in a range
(You know it)
I put the gas through the floor, yelling death before dishonour, that's right nigga
I say it with my chest
(Let's go)
No red lights
F*ck stop signs
If you on the street then nosedive
(Out da way)
We out here going NASCAR
(Nascar sound effects)
Vin diesel with the breaks gone
Sirens going we takeoff
(Migos)
That cake soft but that time hard
(Facts)
I ain't going back that's on all lords
(On god)
That 5 mics with no source
(Sheesh)
Weaving through traffic like a bald spot
We on the run crop top
(Bounce)
Weezy in the chest cause the blocks hot
(Tunechi)
Can't stop won't stop
(Let's work)
Screeching tires make you think a body dropped
(Skurr skurr)
Going unstoppable cause those bars are a juggernaut
A dying breath I'm giving all I got
So if I die tonight it's forever f*ck the opps
(F*ck 12)
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Life sentence in the dash
On route to make some cash
(Yeeehhgh)
Po Po speeding fast
Praying to catch me with the bag
(Yeeehhgh)
Know my hands are clasped
Hoping its not my last
200 down the lane
Speed racer
Drifting through the streets
With trunk full of heat
(Da work)
Make Johnny Storm catch fire
Leave him Burning in the streets
(Whoop)
Trying to make a dollar outta 15 cents
(Trap Trap)
Red and blues flashing, filled with mike pense
(Cop sirens)
Now the Britney in the front is a noose round my neck
Love to see a nigga in chains then a nigga in a range
(You know it)
I put the gas through the floor, yelling death before dishonour, that's right nigga
I say it with my chest
(Let's go)
No red lights
F*ck stop signs
If you on the street then nosedive
(Out da way)
We out here going NASCAR
(Nascar sound effects)
Vin diesel with the breaks gone
Sirens going we takeoff
(Migos)
That cake soft but that time hard
(Facts)
I ain't going back that's on all lords
(On god)
That 5 mics with no source
(Sheesh)
Weaving through traffic like a bald spot
We on the run crop top
(Bounce)
Weezy in the chest cause the blocks hot
(Tunechi)
Can't stop won't stop
(Let's work)
Screeching tires make you think a body dropped
(Skurr skurr)
Going unstoppable cause those bars are a juggernaut
A dying breath I'm giving all I got
So if I die tonight it's forever f*ck the opps
(F*ck 12)
On route to make some cash
(Yeeehhgh)
Po Po speeding fast
Praying to catch me with the bag
(Yeeehhgh)
Know my hands are clasped
Hoping its not my last
200 down the lane
Speed racer
Drifting through the streets
With trunk full of heat
(Da work)
Make Johnny Storm catch fire
Leave him Burning in the streets
(Whoop)
Trying to make a dollar outta 15 cents
(Trap Trap)
Red and blues flashing, filled with mike pense
(Cop sirens)
Now the Britney in the front is a noose round my neck
Love to see a nigga in chains then a nigga in a range
(You know it)
I put the gas through the floor, yelling death before dishonour, that's right nigga
I say it with my chest
(Let's go)
No red lights
F*ck stop signs
If you on the street then nosedive
(Out da way)
We out here going NASCAR
(Nascar sound effects)
Vin diesel with the breaks gone
Sirens going we takeoff
(Migos)
That cake soft but that time hard
(Facts)
I ain't going back that's on all lords
(On god)
That 5 mics with no source
(Sheesh)
Weaving through traffic like a bald spot
We on the run crop top
(Bounce)
Weezy in the chest cause the blocks hot
(Tunechi)
Can't stop won't stop
(Let's work)
Screeching tires make you think a body dropped
(Skurr skurr)
Going unstoppable cause those bars are a juggernaut
A dying breath I'm giving all I got
So if I die tonight it's forever f*ck the opps
(F*ck 12)
Writer: gerald Wynter
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