Arleena - hollywood freeway

Hello
You tired?
You need some water?
Okay, well, go refresh cause we boutta kick this shit off again man

Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn me up

Mannn
I don't know which way to go so I guess Ima just go with the flow and
I like the way you fitted but that's not an indication that you could hit it, yeah
I'm chilling with my bros and them dumb ass niggas always scare the hoes, yeah
Me and you we ain't built the same cause I'm out here writing this lap in the right lane

See the triple 5 change is coming
Where ya sneakers at? Start running
With what I say
It'll be okay
My day to day
There ain't no way
Ima let you drag me down cause this beat got me feeling myself right now, uh
Where all my pretty girls at?
You a grown ass man, why you asking for my snap? Like

I should really go off on your ass
Not to kill the mood but you kinda acting trash
I only smoke za, never really tried the hash
If I ever throw a party it'll be the greatest bash
You know that shit good when it's with the white ash
Don't talk to me nigga unless you tryna spend the cash
Rob your ass blind, afterwards hit the dash
Jimmy Neutron, yeah you know we bout to blast

I'm off it
I'm good
Hope I ain't misunderstood
Homeboy he built like a foot
These bars gon leave your ass shook
Cause I'll just say whatever
This rap shit now or never
What is my next endeavor
Don't care as long as I treasure

Each moment in time
How many ways can I flip the fucking rhyme?
Tequila shots with some salt and a lime
Been patiently and steadily waiting on my grind

To Takeoff
No Offset
Migos bar
Yeah I caught that
New Telfar
Yeah I copped that
Why she hating?
Bitch stop that

The pressure now is burning
Student of life I'm learning
Parentals find concerning
But I'm just tryna stack my earnings
Yeah I just wanna be heard

Tell me what's the moves?
Where you at?
What's the word?

On my silent shit like my nigga named Ferb
It always be the lame dudes calling bitches birds
But that's not here nor there
You the type to have shit stains in your underwear

I'm so aware
Maybe too aware
But to be fair
Got grandmas prayers like

I'm so protected bro like
You really have nooooo fucking idea
Hah
Try me.

Written by:
Arleena Allen

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