speed (feat. va11c)

Ayy, run in my spot when you know you a lame How you gon' switch when you know that that's gang Don't talk all that rap shit, I do it for fame They ask about my jewelry, call me Johnny the Dang They want all my fts, and they copy my game Can't fuck with that gay shit your bitch swing both ways, They copy my flow, they copy my energy Bitch over here and she sippin' on Hennessy Fuck on the period, it look like the Red Sea Asian ass hoe got that bitch off of Etsy Ugly ass dude, shot that bitch through the headseat All that confidence, but you cannot press me Wow, wow, you cannot press me Got in these choppers, them bitches is deadly Pick yo hoe up in my motherfuckin' Bentley Go text your girl, cause your bitch tryna get me Spendin' my money, it look like a spreadsheet, she sayin' my name Cause your bitch tryna get me I'm rolling my blunts and I'm smokin' my weed by the end of the day Cause your bitch tryna get me Your hoe's over here, she suckin' my dick and she say you a lame Cause your bitch tryna get me She don't want you for weed and she don't want that love, she just want all the fame Cause your bitch tryna get me Yeah, your hoe tryna get me That hoe just like a remedy, he ain't the same he pretend to be Pussy boy, you not my kin Yeah, I'm ridin' round town with the tens Ain't talkin' bout no Ben 10 Got your hoe over here, she a fan I got fake y'all just wanna dance Baby, give me all these fuckin' zans I don't know what you want from me Smoking that gas to the sky I'm way to motherfucking high I turn your main bitch to a spy Sorry guess I'm just that guy Ayy, wanna be me but they can't get the bag Finish this race, never last like Give me that spotlight, you know I'm the man Livin' my life like my last life Stealing your bitch cause you know that I can Making her go through a trance I'm like, woah, woah, woah-oh-oh I'm like, woah, woah, woah-oh-oh I'm like, woah, woah, woah-oh-oh Ayy im fucking your bitch I'm like, woah, woah, woah-oh-oh I'm like, woah, woah, woah-oh-oh I'm like, woah, woah, woah-oh-oh Ayy, run in my spot when you know you a lame How you gon' switch up when you know that that's gang Don't talk all that rap shit, I do it for fame They ask bout my jewelry, call me Johnny the Dang They want all my fts , and they copy my game Cant fuck with that gay shit, your bitch swing both ways They copy my flow, they copy my energy Bitch over here and she sippin' on Hennessy Fuck on the period, it look like the Red Sea Asian ass hoe got that bitch off of Esty Ugly ass dude shot that bitch through the headseat All that confidence but you cannot press me