FLPFK, King-F - High Speed (feat. Fastlife Gaddafi)

That boy Kimo in this, motherfucka

When I said I love you, I promised you that I meant it
Fishbowl the whip, you can see me, this shit ain't tinted
Lamb truck in LA, I drive it like it ain't rented
I just came to pick up some pounds and then I'm dippin'
You can't live the life I live, it's too expensive
Work
If you want rewards, my nigga, you gotta risk it
Go
Watchin' how I move and I learn from niggas' mistakes
Hold on
Had my back against the wall so I couldn't play it safe
Hold on, hold on
I'm just tryin' to reach my goal, so I cannot take a break
Lil Man ain't have no canteen, I made sure that he ate
Anytime I seen you fucked up, I made sure you was straight
I did
And we straight, drop the work
Serve the fiends, make em shake
Shake
And I never went to college, but I'm 400 degrees
Just a juvenile uptown, sellin' weed
I can never miss a loss
Never met a bitch I need, no brakes
fast life, I be movin' high speed

Baggin' up a birdie in the trap house
Strap out, fuck a bad bitch, blow her back out
Her phone keep ringin' and her man keep callin'
He could have the bitch back early in the morning
Get you pushed while I'm sellin' dope
Work delivered, by a couple boats
Game from Junkies, man, they gave us hope

Strap with extension off the porch, right on remsem
Get your lick back, it don't equal up to snitchin'
Plug came from Pablo, whip the work like Picasso
All black like the mob though, free Ralo
Leave a bullet in your head like a pothole
Bend the block in a Tahoe
New nigga from the block though, Benny Blanco

Written by:
Carl Coffee, Farrahd Williams

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find