Lyrics High Speed Chase 1 (Strong Armed Robbery Freestyle) - Blood Money

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?