Rico Cash - High Speed

Verse
I'm on the island every day pitching work like I play baseball
Just the load and knocked it out the same day see it don't take long
Know I'm strapped I keep some shit that's gone Grrrr, knock ya face off
In the streets I blew up with my migo just like I'm Takeoff
I been thuggin in the streets getting that paper since I was yay tall
Fuck the bitch the next day I went missing, Rico gone AWAL
Too much work for this lil kitchen damn I started from an 8ball
I'm 5th Ward stain know I do this shit for Lake Dog
V8 when we slide yeah
Bad bitch on my dietl yeah
All these racks can't even hide em make me wanna cry
Toast that lean up to the sky no more 2 for 5
She suck me with my shades on still look in my eyes
Hope they free the guys, I knew that boy wasn't right I should've seen the signs
Don't be looking at my wrist that shit gone leave you blind
Shooter richer than you too and he still doing time, we one of a kind

Hook
Murder on my mind I got lean in my cup yeah
Condon in the sky I can't be seen with no slut yeah
Serving 2 for 5 I got feigns in the cut yeah
You walked in with a vibe but she leaving with us
Clutching on that iron leave a peion in the dust
Hope you niggas ridin when we see em yeah its up
They know me in the hood don't need no I.D.
Do the whole dash that's a high speed

Verse
Hyenas in my crew can't even keep em down
Put Gabe on a case and he gone beat the trail
Sniper scope on my AR a hit you from a mile
I fucked her on the video and sent myself the file
Lets go
Can't play with that lil pussy she got Venus trap
Walked inside this bitch I got Serena racks
She want the dope dick, that get right she come to me for that
Know I keep that work they want that pack they come to me for that
Violations, consequences, a thousand shots where that boy sleeping at
Come on
I see snakes inside the grass, x that bitch she in my past
I shop don't even peep the tag
I'm in that vette this ain't no jag
LA condo for them bags, Versace robe say Mr. Cash
Blicky blick gone guard my body where I keep it at
I only want the top cause at the top that's where my people at
They run off with the drip, when they need juice they come to me for that
They want the real deal they know to come to YRC for that where I see it at

Hook
Murder on my mind I got lean in my cup yeah
Condon in the sky I can't be seen with no slut yeah
Serving 2 for 5 I got feigns in the cut yeah
You walked in with a vibe but she leaving with us
Clutching on that iron leave a peion in the dust
Hope you niggas ridin when we see em yeah its up
They know me in the hood don't need no I.D.
Do the whole dash that's a high speed

Murder on my mind I got lean in my cup yeah
Condon in the sky I can't be seen with no slut yeah
Serving 2 for 5 I got feigns in the cut yeah
You walked in with a vibe but she leaving with us

Written by:
Desmond Morris

Publisher:
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