Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High Speed Chase 1 (Strong Armed Robbery Freestyle), artist - Blood Money.
Date of issue: 20.06.2013
Song language: English
High Speed Chase 1 (Strong Armed Robbery Freestyle) |
Yeah, the fuck! |
Hey y’all ain’t gon' catch me, I got 6 speeds bitch! |
Ain’t no catching me nigga, V12 shit |
Bitch! |
Squad! |
High speed chase, 100 grand cash on me |
500 crack jabs on me |
Pop a molly do the dash on em |
I get away imma laugh on em |
M6 blew a bag on em |
Twin MACs 25 cash on em |
On the interstate swerving out a ki of yay |
No knowing if death’s coming for me today |
Got a bag gotta beat the case |
Nuff bread i could pass a out whole fucking KIA date |
I pray to God Chief get away |
He in a Maserati so if they catch him it ain’t gonna be the day |
I got a gun I don’t need a safe |
You can catch me in the hood like Suge, yeah I be with apes |
Exit on Roswell, they went the other way |
Got a bag full of money ain’t gonna be no other way |
I know they got my line tapped there ain’t gonna be no talking |
Lay low for 2 weeks i gotta spot |
Feds got me real Rick Rossing, web searching |
So I can murder every motherfucker talking |
Blow em down now i’m picking coffins |
Matter of fact imma have the motherfucker swimming with the dolphins |
Drug raid up in Minnesota |
100 thousand dollar bond they catch me on this shit it’s over |
Got niggas up out Cali pushing hella cola |
Net worth got a plug up in |
Cost a lot of chimps on my shoulder |
Fredo hit me with a brick broke it down made out boulders |
Got me riding around in a Range Rover |
Fredo hit me with a brick broke it down made out boulders |
Got me riding around in a Range Rover |
Hey… |
Never thought… |
It would come to this… |
But watch me… |
Fuck you, sucker |
Flying through the hundreds every district on my bumper |
Everybody out, getting in for the summer |
Money out the window got the crowd going bonkers |
Fuck the boppas i make it rain cause I’m a stunner |
Got away free thanks to my godmama |
Threw my Llama in the bushes with all of my commas |
Road block up ahead I ain’t going under |
Too many guns if I Instagram em it will stun you |
In the words of my nigga Plies imma burn you |
Switch cars got my Louis' on blowing ganja |
My baby mama met us right of a 111 |
Pulled off smooth, not looking for no attention |
She was in a Beemer the same color of |
All black .40, a 30 clip extended |
Pulled up to your home, murder your woman |
Leave the shorties alive, let em tell you I did it |
Shoot at me and make it, I’m lurking no I’m in prison… shit… |
Y’all get the picture right? |