Speed Off Songtext
von Ballout
Speed Off Songtext
(Akachi in this motherfucker)
(Huh?)
Hundred fuckin′ thousand dollars just to speed off (what?)
Baby, we in Hawaii, you can take that weave off (huh)
Baby, I'm a big speaker don′t need to speak out (what?)
Baby, I'm a tipper, you don't gotta tease talk (huh)
Nigga be cease, fire, nigga tweak out (what?)
You know I keep that 30, at arm′s reach now (huh)
AI earrings in my ear like bling-blaow (what?)
In Beverly Hills I′m pourin' up lean, I miss the chow (huh)
Niggas glare and stare at my charm and my gun smell (what?)
I′on about being in public or no crowds (huh)
I shop everyday, these niggas ain't got no style (what?)
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred in a pouch (huh)
I got so many whips, on my keys I need a towel (what?)
I′m travellin' evеry state, but you niggas know when I′m in town (huh)
I need to go back to the 'Raq, I ain't been thеre in a while (what?)
I′m travellin′ different cities, know I'm goin′ in and out (huh)
I'm comin′ to get that bag, up on the west or in the south (what?)
If she a freaky girl, yeah, I came up in her mouth (huh)
I'on trust these hoes, I ain′t comin' in they house (what?)
And I'm havin′ really gross pounds in a drought (huh)
Hundred fuckin′ thousand dollars just to speed off (what?)
Baby, we in Hawaii, you can take that weave off (huh)
Baby, I'm a big speaker don′t need to speak out (what?)
Baby, I'm a tipper, you don′t gotta tease talk (huh)
Nigga be cease, fire, nigga tweak out (what?)
You know I keep that 30, at arm's reach now (huh)
AI earrings in my ear like bling-blaow (what?)
In Beverly Hills I′m pourin' up lean, I miss the chow (huh)
(Huh?)
Hundred fuckin′ thousand dollars just to speed off (what?)
Baby, we in Hawaii, you can take that weave off (huh)
Baby, I'm a big speaker don′t need to speak out (what?)
Baby, I'm a tipper, you don't gotta tease talk (huh)
Nigga be cease, fire, nigga tweak out (what?)
You know I keep that 30, at arm′s reach now (huh)
AI earrings in my ear like bling-blaow (what?)
In Beverly Hills I′m pourin' up lean, I miss the chow (huh)
Niggas glare and stare at my charm and my gun smell (what?)
I′on about being in public or no crowds (huh)
I shop everyday, these niggas ain't got no style (what?)
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred in a pouch (huh)
I got so many whips, on my keys I need a towel (what?)
I′m travellin' evеry state, but you niggas know when I′m in town (huh)
I need to go back to the 'Raq, I ain't been thеre in a while (what?)
I′m travellin′ different cities, know I'm goin′ in and out (huh)
I'm comin′ to get that bag, up on the west or in the south (what?)
If she a freaky girl, yeah, I came up in her mouth (huh)
I'on trust these hoes, I ain′t comin' in they house (what?)
And I'm havin′ really gross pounds in a drought (huh)
Hundred fuckin′ thousand dollars just to speed off (what?)
Baby, we in Hawaii, you can take that weave off (huh)
Baby, I'm a big speaker don′t need to speak out (what?)
Baby, I'm a tipper, you don′t gotta tease talk (huh)
Nigga be cease, fire, nigga tweak out (what?)
You know I keep that 30, at arm's reach now (huh)
AI earrings in my ear like bling-blaow (what?)
In Beverly Hills I′m pourin' up lean, I miss the chow (huh)
Writer(s): Hunter Brown, Will Carthan, Kyle Welch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com