NC-17 - Sirens

Neck look like the stars so I shine like "woah"
So much money I don't need a full ride
Pull up in the whip like "baby, let's go"
Driving off fast for a good time
My mind is sick, so I'mma get lit
I'm only here for a short time
I forgot all the shit that I did
Why are there sirens coming behind?
Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, I just messed up, ain't no
Redos, redos, I'll just keep on running til the
5-0, 5-0, catch me in my all red lambo
But they won't, hell no
Let's go, let's go, you can hear the grinding of the
Metal, metal, when I put the gas to the
Pedal, pedal, they think they gon' catch us
But they won't, hell no!

They'll never catch us
Three digits on the dash, they know I'm a menace
Leave them niggas in the past, like I just sped up
And I'm going record fast, don't know where I'm headed
Either way got a vendetta
Don't wanna do this alone, but I won't hesitate to
Toss your ass to the curb, if I'm told it's your fate to
Only focus on the bag, don't get offended
If I'm acting real conceited, that's just automatic
Baby don't cry, have some D'Ussé
They won't hurt you, but they'll shoot for me
It's a high speed chase, this a movie
Kinda high stakes, for a Tuesday
Baby rock me, for the last time
Helicopter lights, shining with the sirens
I'm the most alive off of the adrenaline
But this got a Queen and Slim kind of ending

Neck look like the stars so I shine like "woah"
So much money I don't need a full ride
Pull up in the whip like "baby, let's go"
Driving off fast for a good time
My mind is sick, so I'mma get lit
I'm only here for a short time
I forgot all the shit that I did
Why are there sirens coming behind?
Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, I just messed up, ain't no
Redos, redos, I'll just keep on running til the
5-0, 5-0, catch me in my all red lambo
But they won't, hell no
Let's go, let's go, you can hear the grinding of the
Metal, metal, when I put the gas to the
Pedal, pedal, they think they gon' catch us
But they won't, hell no!

I ain't worried bout the ride
150 speeding - on the 405
Live on the edge, down to the wire
That kinda rush makes me feel alive
A young rich nigga in the new Aventador
The one with the suicide doors
Pigs shooting at my damn floor
Like, what you gotta go and do that for?
I got the heat pack, so I'm 'laxed
Told my baby to drop the seat back
Cuz I'm strapped
I let it shoot off them rounds
Just like those couple ones of Vodka I downed
So baby rock me, for the last time
Helicopter lights, shining with the sirens
I'm the most alive off of the adrenaline
But this got a Queen and Slim kind of ending

Neck look like the stars so I shine like "woah"
So much money I don't need a full ride
Pull up in the whip like "baby, let's go"
Driving off fast for a good time
My mind is sick, so I'mma get lit
I'm only here for a short time
I forgot all the shit that I did
Why are there sirens coming behind?
Wee-ooh, wee-ooh, I just messed up, ain't no
Redos, redos, I'll just keep on running til the
5-0, 5-0, catch me in my all red lambo
But they won't, hell no
Let's go, let's go, you can hear the grinding of the
Metal, metal, when I put the gas to the
Pedal, pedal, they think they gon' catch us
But they won't, hell no!

Written by:
Noel Chesnut

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