YR Flighter - Speedin'

Aye
Speedin soeedin speedin
Aye

Searchin for life meanings
I'm tryna do the right things
For all the right reason
But steady tryn fight demons
Angel on my shoulder tell me hoster it
Bangin in the lane on these niggas
And watch me poster it
It ain't over wit
Set my goal and I aim over it
Smokin on the balcony
Fuck her she hang over it
I need ownership
Break bread that's good showmanship
I can't let her come to the crib
Cause she keep showin shit
Who you rollin wit
What hand you roll up wit
My cousin e a spill ya fuckin beans
On fashion men
Sorry for the wait
I had chase the bag I'm goin in
Toe tag em Guesss it's the same bag ima throw em in aye
Shizzy load the drums
We gon snap off snapoff
This shit I got in back
A knock ya back off back offf
I'm tryn stack up that's all
I'm jus competteing wit my own shit
They ain't tryna let me on the boat
I build my own ship

Hit decline I ain't pick up ya last call
I can't fuck wit shawty she pass off
They stick around jus Incase we blast off
Movin through this life feel like a nascar
I'm speedin
Speedin speedin speedin
I'm speedin
Speedin speedin speedin

I know that they doubt Flighter
Tryn make it out like a house fire
But still get ya mouth wired on yae doe
Cousin tried to get him bag
But he got a halo
Niggas double cross me
But we Gon ball like AO
Aye yo
Heaven only knows I been to hell and back
I shall adapt
Smokin out my nose then inhale it back
It help relax
Cheese head I get that cheese bread
But I can smell a rat
Friends fold but I'm ten toes
So you Can tell em that
I'm Fallin back
Fuck all that sorry shit
Like Paula pat
I attack this shit wit my heart
And hope I don't heart attack
Tap tap nav meek
She count that back seat
Been up since last week
I'm half up half sleep
Zombieland
Ride threw K&A look like the walkin dead
Old skool i bought the potatoe in case we talkin bread
Get them loafs in some loafers
I'm dressed for ya death
Dealin wit this real life
Like it's a mess but I'm blessed

Hit decline I ain't pick up ya last call
I can't fuck wit shawty she pass off
They stick around jus In case you blast off
Five four three two blast off
I'm speedin
Speedin speedin speedin
I'm speedin
Speedin speedin speedin

Written by:
Schrod Morris

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