Lyrics Freeway! - Autumn!

Freeway!

I’m on the 'eeway
In the 720S ridin' on the freeway
Bad bitch got a friend tryna have a threeway
That nigga broke I don’t give a fuck bout what he say
Give a fuck what he say
I wish these niggas would shut the fuck up
Gettin' money but I don’t got enough
Stussy got tags nigga think he tough
Scary ass nigga come and try your luck
Glockie on me my pistol a freak
If I grab then you know she gon' bust
Choppa on me got artillery
Glock with a dick AR with the nuts
I swear this shit is a mystery
Why these niggas act so damn sus
I’m in a big body not a bus
She in my live now she wanna fuck
If I want his shit buddy give it up
That boy ain’t on shit better give it up
He ain’t goin' far nigga give it up
She on my dick she gon' lick it up
She got a fat ass told her stick it up
Hop on the beat yea I fix it up
He tryna be me had to mix it up
Pourin the lean rino mix it up
2 coffee cups filled with the paint
I’m finna go kick shit at the bank
I fell in love with he Ben Franks
He said he a shooter but them bitches blanks
I just got a brand new pole got a scope with a scope
Red dot green dot put that lil bitch on go
Kick the bitch to the curb and you know how it go
Tell her bye bye bye tell that bitch go home
Whats in my pocket that’s a bankroll
Tell me why I need a wallet when my shit don’t fold
He was talkin' out his neck now its rip bro
We gon' turn him to a pack leave his ass up in smoke
I’m on the 'eeway
In the 720S ridin' on the freeway
Bad bitch got a friend tryna have a threeway
That nigga broke I don’t give a fuck bout what he say
Give a fuck bout what he say
I wish these niggas would shut the fuck up
Gettin' money but I don’t got enough
Stussy got tags nigga think he tough
Scary ass nigga come and try your luck
Glockie on me my pistol a freak
If I grab then you know she gon' bust